Spring Skin Fling

Something happened yesterday afternoon. Something I haven’t experienced in what feels like a lifetime. Something strange. Something wonderful. I saw—can it really be true? I saw legs.

That’s right. Legs.

I’ve often suspected they were there… hidden, waiting. But I returned to Milwaukee in November and they’ve since been out of sight, out of mind. Yet they must have been calling, because some unseen force compelled me to take the city streets home from work yesterday. Cruising up Wisconsin Avenue past Marquette University, there they were: legs—LEGS! A bunch of them, actually, in groups, flocks, packs and pods. Sure, they were pasty white and rather undefined—but they were there. I saw them. They exist.

This got me thinking, what other mysterious and exotic wonderments await me in this city? The fairer sex is apparently capable of changing into their summertime wares faster than Superman in a phone booth. Truly, their power is limitless.

As is spring.