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The One Perfect Spring Day In Chicago

April 25, 2014

It’s that time of year when Chicago slips off her sweats, shimmies into a sundress, and you just stare like you’re seeing her for the first time.

On days like this, seeing Chicago through visitors’ eyes is like the nods of men as you walk by with a beautiful woman on your arm. You realize what you have, and have inevitably taken for granted, and you know, deep down, that it was all dumb luck and never really had anything to do with you. It’s just where you found yourself. Still you walk taller, even as you realize the difference between pride and vanity. Because you’re one of Chicago’s own, and in a way that means that Chicago is yours too.

While the sun is warm, the people are out, and a cool breeze brushes the lake-smell over your face like a childhood memory, you can revel — and when was the last time you did that? When was the last time you lifted your gaze up from the slush, and your boots, and your phone, and saw Chicago decked out in color and light? It’s been too long.

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