Every so often in the dead of the dark, gray, cold, snowy, icy season known as winter in Chicago, which lasts for roughly half the year, I like to remind myself, “yes, Virginia, there is a summer.”
I remind myself of better days ahead by looking at better days behind. Scenes from summer, not so long ago, but long enough to seem as if a dream, a mirage. Remember?
Yes, Virginia, there is a summer. It looks something like this:
Grab some pictures this weekend and dream. It helps. Thanks for stopping by, happy Friday to you!