This is the time of year, the gray winter has lasted too long time of year, when I need to remember the blue skies of summer in Chicago.
When I’m tired of every snowy sidewalk step being a potential slip. When crossing the street means navigating the single-shoe-width path between huge piles of snow at every intersection. When I tell myself, perhaps on the walk back, the icy wind will be at my back.
For all of those times, we must remember the blue skies of summer. It’s a matter of mental survival.