It’s late winter. I’m surrounded by palm trees. Sweat beads are forming on my brow. …. and I’m in Chicago.
Weather-wise, I am on vacation… I should be able to walk down a sandy, burn-your-feet-it’s-so-hot plankboard path and step right into Caribbean water. Except, I’m still home. Still planted firmly in the Midwest. Still in the Chicago ‘burbs. Mother Nature on the other hand…..