I hope for an eternal May in Chicago. The best month in the city is coming to an end, and I find myself a bit melancholy about it. Soon hotter temps will arrive, and gone will be the endless clear blue skies and 70 degree days. I’ll find myself having to go ride at sunrise to avoid the heat, at the expense of dealing with the crushing humidity. I suspect in another 3-4 weeks I’ll be pining for Fall.