It was a grey morning in Chicago. I woke up early and headed out on my bike. As I crossed California Avenue, I spotted something up ahead on the right. A young girl was out jumping rope. At 8:45 on a Sunday morning. In 24 degree weather. She was bundled in a drab winter coat and hat…and hot pink gloves. I gave her a little tip of the head as I rode past, and she smiled.
Grey day? Hardly.
