chicago in the spring
i don’t remember things by words, details or chronological events. i remember them through feeling and senses. usually it happens that something will give me the feeling of an earlier time and place and then i am more there than here.
the seasons are changing here in haddon heights, new jersey. yesterday it was warm and sunny – atticus had beads of sweat on his nose. on our walk, i saw young leaves on the trees and a tulip. last night we went to bed hot and today we woke up cold. this morning is damp, chilly, and gray – i think it will rain. ahhh….this is spring.
i have spent the last 9 springs in chicago. how can i not be reminded? it’s like my body is in two worlds. my physical shell is here in NJ. but as the season changes – out of habit – i feel all sorts of chicago…
with this rain (it is raining now)… i am in my dorm at moody. it’s early morning and i walk to the kitchen of Houghton 7, for what i cannot remember. once there i look out the window (the kitchen has a lovely view of the city). it is raining and the top of the buildings are covered with gray. i feel relaxed, reflective and slowed down – a city rain always does that.
with these buds and tulips… i am on crowded michigan avenue – tulips are all around me. purple – pink – yellow – red – orange – and even magenta! it’s warm and sunny and the breeze feels good. all of these things can only mean one thing – i am with friends, feeling the satisfaction and freedom that comes with the end of another school year. in the spring, life is happy and light.
with this warmth and cold – back and forth, back and forth – …i am in a sweatshirt, in front of lake michigan. the winter has broken and the waves are free to crash again. it is easter morning sunrise. we went to the lake to pray and sing. i love how the wind swallows our words, making us small and Him so very big. it is chilly and we stand close. the wind – the lake – the morning chill – the people – the reason to gather – it’s all so meaningful.
people tell me that jersey springs are longer lasting and more lovely than chicago springs. this may be true but i don’t care. it’s chicago that holds my heart.
i miss you chicago. i miss you in the springtime even more.