In other parts of the world, it tends to happen, but not here. Yesterday, no clouds stretched in the sky as I headed to work--not even one loose drifting straggler. The temperature also matched the sunlight on this early day in March and rose well above freezing.
December and January were winter, a solid patch of snow. While you might think northern climate and ice and snow, whiteness covering the ground for over a month hasn't been typical for the season in Chicago. Even a few days ago, lake effect flurries swirled and blanketed. Yesterday was change, and I took advantage and walked beneath that open dome of blue.
It was good to be back, steps on the sidewalk leading to work. It's a good start to feel the ground and the concrete under foot--no swift whisking from one point to another in a car or a bus. Places develop a sense of their own. Time matters.
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