The sharp cold
of the Chicago winter
is becoming less bitter
than it has been
in the last few weeks.
I would say spring is in the air,
but the weather here
is almost never as it seems.
So as I sit here and listen to you,
I enjoy the cup of hot chocolate
that warms my hands
and heats my body.
It's almost as if I'm in a small,
intimate jazz club
with you as the sole performer
and me
as the sole audience member.
The thought
makes me smile.
