Taking a bike ride around the suburbs of Chicago I tried to focus on the beauty of my surroundings. Despite the sweltering heat, the trees kept the green in their leaves, majestically standing tall, providing much needed shade. Light filtered through the tall branches, creating a bouquet of patterns on the grey asphalt. The warm light breeze seemed to be in sync with the gradual sloping roads. The wind blew as I struggled to pedal uphill and the wind rested when my legs stopped moving, allowing the downhill slope to carry us forward. It was a beautiful morning, but my body felt uneasy. It took all the strength I could muster to hold back my tears. As if the weather sensed my uneasiness, the sky began to change, billowing grey clouds forming at a threateningly fast pace, the warmth gone from the breeze, a chill uncharacteristically present in the summer air. Although an unsettling feeling began to grow, I couldn’t help but revel in the sudden change of weather. Rather than heading back home, I resolved to keep pedaling. The clouds now fully formed and a storm threatening to begin at any moment, I oddly felt comforted. In the wash of grey and the promise of a thunderstorm hanging in the air, the early rays of sun retreated behind the clouds. My tears that threatened to escape receded, my body content with the gloom.
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