Believe it or not, this is a warm day. Chicago was experiencing its first winter thaw this year, and to celebrate, people went outside...for fun! The lake had tiny ice-and-dirt-bergs clinging to the shoreline, the rest having melted or formed long curves of ice from the incoming currents. Hardly a cloud in the sky, though the wind was murder.
You can already see the effect that this bright, blustery day is having on our little iridescent wonder, bearing the brunt of the winds lashing the coast, the tall grasses, and Mommy's hair over her insect-like eyes.
Then, of course, we met a friend, this being one of those rare days in the winter time in Chicago when one can go outside for thirty minutes without dying, so it wasn't a total surprise. We ran into our friend Makoto and his daughter Hanako (about a month older than Rowan). Hanako has big cheeks and a pleasant demeanor, and she has been instrumental, as the elder, in teaching Rowan to make new, high-pitched sounds. Thank you, Hanako. Notice Winnie's wind-swept hair lashing at Makoto's face like so many cat-o-nine-tails.
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