God, I love summer. I love summer even when it’s a hundred degrees and my hair is getting frizzy and I’m all sweaty and the air-conditioning doesn’t work in whatever building I’m in that isn’t my apartment (such places, apparently, really do exist). After the weird fake-summer the midwest was subjected to last year, I prayed to the weather gods for a sun-drenched amazing do-over in 2010. And BOY HOWDY, are we getting it.
We’re also getting some crazy-amazing thunderstorms, Friday afternoon’s being especially noteworthy. I finished yoga (elaboration to come) and walked home under an overcast sky. It was still cloudy but well-behaved when I jumped in the shower. When I got out of the shower fifteen minutes later, the sky was so dark that the streetlights had turned on, the wind was tearing branches off trees and as I was closing my windows, it started raining so hard that I couldn’t see across the street.
Zero to creepy in fifteen minutes.
And the other weird part? Saturday was sunny and beautiful. Not a cloud in the sky. Go figure.
Not being the kind of people who look gift horses in the mouth, Rachel and I gathered up blankets, coffee & books and headed outside to take advantage of summer. Rachel (or as I sometimes call her, “Little Miss Dry Sack”) is not only an amazing blogger, writer and friend, she’s also my editor. How lucky am I to have a boss that I can routinely say things like “jack-off olympics” to? Extremely!
I’m trying to improve my photography skillz a little and move from solely documenting events to capturing more transient things. Showing rather than telling, I suppose. The pictures I took on Saturday weren’t of what we were doing–reading, talking–but were meant to capture the mood as we did them. Pretentious, right?
I am totally, totally loving this season. Chicago, how could I have ever thought of leaving you? I mean, I still might. Probably will, in fact. But at least I’ll have something to miss when I do.