It's been a beautiful week. The temperature has fallen below freezing. Winter is here.
Last Saturday, I spent the morning in the tail end of a 6 inch snowstorm on the shore of Lake Michigan walking a 5K in Lincoln Park. The temps stayed in the low 20s, with the snow falling so softly they almost appeared to be falling upwards. By dinner, the pine trees had the perfect amount of snow on each bough, and the white twinkle lights had not yet melted the snow. It was magical. It was one of those Christmas tableaux that you try to create with ceramic houses and cotton balls.
I miss living in Chicago.