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  • I live for the summer.

    Growing up, I always wondered why any adult would live in the Midwest, where the winters trudge on for a bitter eternity. Why, with all of the exotic, beautiful, warm places in the world, would anyone voluntarily choose to plant roots here?

    But, I think I've figured it out. I think the reason we stay is that you cannot experience the true unadulterated bliss that a summer afternoon offers until you have survived the seemingly never-ending brutality of a Chicago winter.

    Summer is beautiful, wonderful, perfect:
    the warm, welcoming sun
    buds emerging from barren limbs
    the damp smell of fresh earth
    geese honking, birds chirping
    a town coming alive; people creeping from their winter caves
    shorts, flip-flops, skirts, sunglasses
    eager activity, the bustle of the bike path, runners rediscovering their summer stride
    cool drinks from sweating bottles
    fresh home-grown food, bursting with flavor
    dirty feet, sun-kissed skin, freckles
    crackling campfires beneath star-saturated skies
    patios, picnics, park benches
    lazy, sun-coma afternoons
    the pervasive happiness, smiles and laughter
    summer love.
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