Every Chicago winter makes me long for life – and I know I’m not the only one. I get sensitive to it, from the slowly receding lake ice to the subtly increasing warmth of the sun in late February and early March to the tiny buds forming covertly that will eventually make themselves well-known. It is truly about the little things. The pulse of life returns slowly and quietly, but it returns without fail. And we are waiting…watching.
Link to album here.