Today is the first hot day of the year in Evanston, and it makes me very happy. It just makes drivers and pedestrians seem nicer, and every song on the radio sound perfect, and I parallel park gorgeously, and the stained glass on the churches shimmer and shine against the backdrop of blue sky and fluffy clouds, even the bare tree branches look more like beginnings than ends (they'll soon be covered in bright pink and white flowers before the leaves grow in), and the old-world Evanston smell of brick and mortar remind me of days of yore that I didn't live through but must've been cool with Victorian houses and the Temperance Movement, and perfect suburbia. When summer comes all the students will be away and I can go spend some quality time with Lake Michigan and green pastures, trees, trees, and more trees, and hundreds of wild rabbits and ducks (and mutant fish) by Northwestern's lagoon.
The downside is I'll soon hate the heat and think I love winter. Sucks.
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