Once, around this time of year maybe 25 years ago, my father Thomas Murray wrote a column in The Wall Street Journal about how everybody's favorite season is fall—and about how everyone thinks this makes him or her special.
My sister Susan is still pissed about that.
Fall's not my favorite season, because it doesn't last long enough.
But there is always one fall day when it's 60 and sunny and you pull on jeans and boots for the first time in a long time and instead of making you hot, your morning coffee warms you and you have this feeling that you don't get any other time of year that maybe, despite all local, national and international evidence to the contrary, everything will line up, hold together, sort itself, make sense and work out in the end.
Yesterday, in Chicago, was that day.
Photo credit: Thomas Murray