Tuesday, September 11, 2007
There is a certain joy that can only be achieved by nestling into freshly washed, still-warm-from-the-dryer, sheets with the window open and letting in air that is just a tad colder than comfortable. And it is a joy that cannot be had in summer in Chicago. (There are plenty of awesome things about summer in Chicago, such as swimming in the lake and sudden thunderstorms, but that is not one of them). But last night was just such a night, and that is a sign, perhaps, that fall is on the way (or already here).