Something was different this morning. Everyone I met on the way to breakfast was… how do you say… happy.
Chicago winters can be brutal. But the upside is the incredible energy you feel from the entire city when we can see the end of the tunnel. After temperatures last week hovering around zero, today heralded the first signs that we were all going to be okay.
Everyone is happy when that realization hits an entire city all at once. Today was no different. Everyone I walked past on the street was all smiles and unusually friendly. One of the best things about living here. We made it. And we all deserve on nice pat on the parka.
This photograph is one I made this morning in the West Loop. The shuttered Marché restaurant suffers yet another indignity as it’s beautiful entrance loses to a snowdrift left over from the Chicago Blzzard of 2011.
But it will be over soon. It’s going to be 58 degrees by Friday.