I'm missing my Chicago something fierce today. Can you believe it is snowing in Brooklyn? I can't believe it.
It's 54ºF and sunny in our ol' 60647 right now.
For me nothing beats Chicago's golden-autumn light; the leaves on trees outside our flat in brooklyn were just beginning to change to a lovely shade of yellow, not unlike that glowing yellow up there in the polaroid I took in Chicago this time last year.
Right now those leaves are soaked with the cold snow that has fallen, and so I'm definitely feeling a bit robbed of autumn.
While I wait in anticipation for Brooklyn to warm up a bit, I'm baking a lovely tart and throwing together a hearty batch of soup.
So what-say-you, dearest Brooklyn? Let's rewind a bit.