Run 22: Spring

Miles: 7

Other runners: a few

Strange how you can forget all about Spring. Chicago exploded with it last week, and I ran through a careless, pulsing current of sprinklers and damp sidewalks, garish, smelly blossoms, sweat, rumbling cars, cigarette smoke, dogs, babies peering through first-floor windows, fruit-sellers, juice-sellers, florescent grass and long clouds.

It was nice.

I spent a lot of time downtown this weekend. On Friday I sat below a park awning in a thunderstorm, not at all scared. It was quiet, and it looked like this: