Walking to Justin’s car with Allison, the three of us talked about Chicago in winter (this being Allison’s first): the scenic, the cold, the good and bad. Whenever I think of a GOOD aspect of Chicago winters… I think of those poignent instances where there’s been a heavy snowfall, there’s no one else around, and any additional traffic is muted and far away. The entire street is quiet, save the sound of snow as it falls.
Whenever I think of those moments, I think of arriving back home on this day.
