The colors of Chicago
I have seen the different hues of a Windy City. A spring of melting ice, and sprouting maple leaves peeping out from brown and bare trees. Swaying to a green summer, I melted in the sands of Lake Michigan under an azure sky. Realizing the transformation of green to crimson then to orange, I rustled in the fall of yellow foliage while cheering to a football game on television, just before the sub zero whiteness of a winter dip. Then I lay snug by the burning logs.