It's April in Chicago. But I can only tell because I see it on the calendar. It snowed two days ago. Badly. It didn't last, but it's cold. Very cold. Hat, gloves and scarf cold. We are done. We want Spring. We want to go to the park, go for walks, play outside, say goodbye to our socks. We want warm, and sun, and birds, and flowers. We want the whole package. We deserve the whole package after a long cold winter.
It's April in Chicago. And I look like a newcomer. As if I hadn't said this the last five Aprils.
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