Hunger pains

There isn't much snow left on the ground, not after a day of 57 degrees and bright, strong sun! It was absolutely beautiful today, the warmest Chicago day I've had so far. I made sure I was out in it. And so did everyone else. I took a sweater with me, just to be prepared, but I didn't need it. I was thrilled to be without my usual bulk and without having my eyes constantly looking where I walked for fear of falling on my ass from one misstep.

I took the bus into the city and got off at a stop farther from it than I normally do so I can walk, in no kind of rush, and soak up this kind of day in Chicago; the bottom of my jeans soaked up the melt halfway to my knees.

The Art Institute of Chicago opens its doors in February for free. Very nice of them...and for me too. They currently have a Yousuf Karsh exhibit which I thoroughly enjoyed. His portraits are austere, yet dramatic and demonstrative. I also saw their Impressionism and Postimpressionism collection then quickly ran back out to be in the sun. 

I'll see the rest for free on a day not so hospitable.

If today was a morsel of spring, I'm ready to gorge.