#pilsen

POV: It's warmer today in Chicago, a good 73°. Night has fallen, all of the grown folks on the block are outside in little circles around their patio furniture or on lawn chairs and milk crates on the sidewalk. Drinking, smoking, and laughing. Music is playing somewhere. The air smells like spring, the outside lights are lit. The smell of food from the taqueria on the corner is lightly wafting on the breeze. It makes you feel a strange sense of longing. But all is at peace and right with the world.