Luckily the weather held true and beautiful from Tuesday-Friday. I had left each morning for my lakefront power-walk on schedule and enjoyed an hour of sunning afterwards. Friday was no exception. I left a bit earlier because the bright sunshine called to me and I had many things to do later in preparation for the birthday party my friends had planned since they found out the date of my return.
The soft blue hues of the lake capped with white froth twinkled in the morning light. After a mile or so the temps rose and it was time to feel the heat on bare skin. I trekked down to North shore beach and executed a quick U-turn and headed home.
Heat seared my back as droplets of sweat meandered south. The subtle breeze picked up and dropped a few degrees. I cooled down and by the time a small gap bridged between my two destinations goose pimples rose from my skin. An icy shiver ran up my spine and I shuddered.
"What the hell?"
A fine mist crept its way over the lake and onto the beach. I could see ten feet ahead of me. A twenty degree drop in temperature convinced me to slip back into my t-shirt. The winds picked up severely, chilling me to the bone. Temperatures dropped in Chicago often, but I had never seen or felt anything like this.
That was the end of the Florida like weather I had grown accustomed to over the past few days. Winter had returned to Chicago ...
My point to this little story is always be prepared. Don't get caught with your guard down. Try to be one step ahead whenever possible. We must remember this with our writing. Focus, write clear concise sentences, and remember anything can change in a heartbeat.
I hope you all enjoyed your weekend. Let me know if you did something out of the ordinary.