Chicagsnow

Chicago in the winter is beautiful. Today I am missing the snow angels, anonymous "butt imprints" I used to make in my neighbors' yards, and the occasional drive-by snowball throwing.
Last winter I forced my roomate Jessica to parade in the fresh falling snow with me. We threw off all inhibitions and acted like children again.

I love: the way numb cheeks thaw in a heated apartment, watching snow fall on the street below from the comfort of our living room love seat, the refreshing feeling of snowdampened hair as I pull off my cotton snowcap.