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The City Comes Alive!

(Like Peter Frampton, only with less Rock.)

Today counts as spring. I wore a jacket and realized I didn't really need to . . . I sat in the park and the sun was hot (hot!) . . . I walked around downtown and didn't have to rush to the nearest train stop before the onset of frostbite (because, and you may not be aware of this, Chicago is located very, very close to the North Pole. Oooooh! So cold!) . . . everyone's shop has the door propped open . . .

I opened up the windows in my apartment for the first time today. I took a nap in the afternoon, laying on the couch and drifting in and out of sleep, and I could hear my neighborhood out the open window. The shouts of kids playing, passing traffic, and even an honest-to-holy-jesus ice cream man crept into my fitful dreams and reminded me that the Wolrld Goes On. It won't take long for thoughts of war and late bills to come to mind again, but for right now, this place isn't so bad.

My favorite thing about today: every time I go outside I fall in love twenty times. I've never seen a city with so many pretty girls.