Cycling N. on Clark, 5:45pm. The sky ahead is clear with great puffy clouds, but in all other directions is the sallow hue of a healing bruise. Caught at the Clark-Lasalle intersection waiting for a green light, the rain sweeps north in a wave. It splashes my back a split second before my shoulders, arms, wrists, fingers. The cyclists all look at one another. We smile. Before the green, we go. I race forward--on the cusp of a storm--and beat it home.
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Shonbeck 1 = Sucky Chicago Weather 0. Well done, Kat. But watch out, winter is coming up and the weather demons of Chicago will be be looking for some payback...
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