It’s almost like there’s an anti-summer going on here in Chicago.
For the past week, a dense layer of fog has settled over trees and roadways, obscuring the sun, stilling the winds, and sending cool wisps of moisture across my face.
It’s bizarre seeing everything masked in a calm, chilly coat of off-white.
It makes me wish that things were draped in fog all of the time.
It’s late June, nearly July, and yet I’m still wearing socks to bed.
And when I wake up in the morning and glance out the window, there it is, wafting, drifting, cooling, gathering…
…waiting to greet me.
All photos by G.