First snow of the year. This was a rather unsettling thing to see, but it was bound to happen. The past few winters have been remarkably tame (compared to the very first winter when I arrived in Chicago). For the longest time, I thought every winter here would involve mountains of snow and evil, evil wind.
This morning, my hair froze on the way to work.
As I was standing (shivering, really) on the corner of North, Damen and Milwaukee… I remembered the one thing I really liked about winter: it makes you really happy to arrive at your intended destination. Doesn’t matter if it’s work, or a dentist’s office, or a store – whever it is, it’s inside and it’s warm.
