I tied it to the chair outside on our balcony at Christmas time. It was one bow among 7 or 8 that were twisted around garland with beautiful, glistening lights. Eventually the garland and lights and bows were taken down….except for this one red bow.
I don’t know why I left it, maybe because it was on the chair instead of the garland. It seemed to belong there. The wind that came whipping through the city of Chicago and up here to the 17th floor this winter, was not fit for man nor beast. We like to think the one red bow represents the power of our spirit. It has held on tightly through this brutal winter. Strong. Determined. Flapping back and forth many times. A couple of times looking like It would completely blow off during one or two of our snow storms….but it hung on. Just like we did.
As our city begins to come alive again this spring we love to look outside at this bright red sign of hutzpah. This symbol of resilience makes us feel that we have made it through. We have survived, just like our one red bow.