It's spring now in Chicago and just as the trees are budding and the tulips are popping up. Ravinia too is slowly coming back to life. One can hear the tuning up of lawn mowers and the workers whistling as they paint the Pavilion.
To our well-trained and imaginative ears, it sounds like music. It is a beautiful melody that floods our minds with thoughts of warm summer nights. The kind of night were the music leaves the pavilion like a slow wave and doesn't stop till it engulfs and relaxes every patron on our lawn.