Last week it felt like summer was over. The temperature dropped enough to put on a denim jacket and booties on Friday night, and I shivered a bit while waiting on the L platform. Fall’s arrival is bittersweet for me. It signals the end of a whirlwind season and hints that winter is just around the corner. But right now, fall also holds exciting possibilities for us, for the city.
Before I can get too enthusiastic about fall, summer is reminding us that it’s not ready to leave.My trusty weather app tells me it’s 82 degrees as I write this.
Graham insisted we go outside to enjoy the beautiful day yesterday. I ran a little over half a mile along the lakefront path as he skateboarded past me. Our aim was to work up enough of a sweat so that we’d be hot enough to jump in the lake.
We did that — sort of. We stood in the water thigh-deep. It just felt so good. Sometimes we just look around asking ourselves if we really live here. I never imagined I could live this close to a beach. And while I am curious to see what a real fall is like after living in Arizona my whole life, I’m not in a rush to let go of summer. So much time is spent awaiting the next season, holiday, event; but not enough is devoted to relishing the present. There’s plenty of time for boots and pumpkin drinks.
I’m loving this one last splash of summer in Chicago.
* Don’t want to spend your beach time snapping photos but want to capture the moment? Set your GoPro or camera on burst shots. It’s fun!
|Excuse my outfit. As you can see I run in old race T-shirts and whatever shorts I can find.|
|Love you, summer!|