Chicagoans earn their summers. . . I guess we didn't really do that this year with the mild winter, but the instinct to enjoy every bit of the summer months is still deeply ingrained. And I'm ready. It's still cold now, but I've started to think about concerts at the Pritzker Pavilion and dinner picnicking in Millennium park after work. Or walking back from the park to the car or the train and sliding into Dance Chicago--the orange light, the live bands, the romance of the tango just after nightfall, outdoors, in the garden and dark, the music echoing off the faces of sky scrapers, rolling down Michigan Avenue.
Chicago can feel like Europe in the summer. That beautiful and cultured and alive.
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