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It was still cold in Chicago then. I have a theory about Chicago winters. It normally first gets cold enough to snow around Halloween. Our(as in everyone in greater Chicagoland) mentality is as follows:
“Ok, fine. Here comes winter. Summer was hot, autumn was nice, its winters turn to take the throne. Snow, sleet, slush, cold, 70degrees, 30degrees 50, -14, 45, 0..... this is messed up, but I do live in Chicago. Ok. Its thanksgiving. Will it be freezing or can we toss the football around this afternoon? December. Christmas. Its consistently colder now. But last year it rained, so who knows. January. Shit, its cold. And windy. Nothing happens in January. No holidays. Each of the last 3 months had a nice present at the end. What the fuck is next? Valentines day? Fuck Valentines day. Presidents day? I dont get off work for that. Its really cold. My toes hurt and all I did was smoke half a cigarette outside this bar. Well, it is the end of February, it can warm up now. March 21st, first day of spring, remember? .... .... ..... ITS APRIL 9th! Hey spring! I can see you over there! I am huddled in a doorway with seven strangers trying to stay warm until the bus arrives. Its still snowing. My pants are soaked up to the ankles with slush and ice. I have come to love these people.

Its may. Its cold and getting colder. The sun is getting farther away. We give up. We are one snow covered white flag. You are winning but have not won. We are together, steadfast, leaning into the wind. We will go to work. We will drive our cars and walk our dogs and get the mail. We dont need spring anymore. We have each other to keep warm. “

It was the end of April when I left for Alabama. Never to have a home in Indiana again. The wind was blowing white dusty trails of snow across the road. Some beginning to collect in the short brown grass which was frozen and broken short in the median and on the shoulder. Its hard to tell what time of day it was when its gray all the time. Guitar, cello, books, clothes, computer. All that I could not leave behind. So I did what I thought was right. I did what any reasonable man would do in my position. I listened to She's So Unusual by Cindi Lauper on repeat for nearly ten straight hours. It was heaven, believe it. Running away. Not having a single care for what the future holds.