cigar aroma wafting in from the golf course signals that it's spring
I saw the first red-winged blackbirds of the year this morning. Sixteen degrees, west wind fourteen miles per hour, wind chill two. I know it's the first day of spring, but I still think they were confused.
It's been so long since there's been constant bright sunlight in Chicago that I am startled every time this week that I walk indoors and see that the phosphorescent hands and numbers on my watch face are glowing. Of course, this is the time of year
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