Fall in Chicago

I love fall in Chicago...I always say the best time of year is summer, and it is, but fall is too, so I guess I have to flip a coin every year....
Today I was driving home from work and the clouds were amazing...they were just rolling in the sunset, grey, white and layered... they looked even more amazing with the contrast against the urban buildings, high up in the sky. But something about fall asks us to let go of the spontaneity of summer, and enter into an emotional solace within oneself...a deeper place of clarity, a preparation for the equal comforts and challenges that winter brings.
Fall means sunny days with cool air, great soup, sweaters on sale at numerous department stores and dark lipstick. Fall means thinking about warmer socks, thinking twice before opening windows and holding on to those last bits of adventures from summer. I often feel consistently wrapped in the solace of the season...maybe it has to do with all the holidays, maybe it could stand on it's own, but nonetheless, it's a great time to break down our own walls and think about how we want to hibernate in our heads...here comes steamy cups of tea and warm foods and cool air again...here comes the start of school and intuition and the magic of the rolling clarity that makes this world keep going....

so yes, I love fall in Chicago....but then again...I love Chicago no matter what......................