Sunshine

The onset of Spring in Chicago has this incredible effect in improving the morale of the entire city. Maybe it's the way the sunshine glints off of Lake Michigan or the countless perfect picnic places or the fact that for the first time in months stepping outside the door does not mean one will be greeted with vicious wind ripping at frozen snot and eyelash-cicles. (God knows, it's not the Cubs starting another season.) For me, it's all about the sunshine. Sundresses, sunburns, sunglasses. Shadows, sunsets, desperately romantic dusky strolls. It makes me want to be seriously irresponsible. On any given sunny day, I'm about a minute and a half from making a break from whatever it is I'm doing that's more important than being outside and fleeing to the beach or park or just to roam the streets with the sun warming my face. I want to be grilling kebabs and applying sunscreen and sipping sangria without any responsibilities to tend to. I want to ditch work, ditch homework, kiss in very public places, do something a little bit reckless for once. Mmm. I can't wait for Summer.