dear first true chicago summer night,

you are cool breeze dripping in my window as i sit at my desk after the thick sun grilling day sweat in my clothes. you are wanna lie naked in the grass or stretched out on the carpet of our sunroom. you are smelling like flowers and barbequeing and excitement about the long stretch of beautiful days and nights ahead. and somehow, at almost midnight, you are still children shrieking, running and playing on my block.

welcome summer.

lesley