Since I now live in Chicago, I can pretty much expect snow anytime and am always excited just like I was when I was a kid and it snowed in New Orleans. People here who have grown up with the white flakes think I'm crazy when I get giddy as the snow falls -- but like flying, snow just seems like such a miracle.
It was only a few weeks ago, I met some friends down on the Magnificent Mile to go to a play and when we came out, the first big flakes of snow were just coming down. Michigan Avenue was twinkling with holiday lights and here they were -- these big white flakes, the sky a dark blue, not quite black yet -- lake effect snow not a storm. The crowds were still small -- no holiday frenzy yet -- but that has changed as has the depth of snow -- the Arctic blasts have begun and it's the wind and ice that make it truly Arctic.
I cannot help it -- I always love Chicago blanketed in white before it turns slushy and people have tramped all over it -- but there are plenty of areas of the City that rarely see a footprint in the snow for all of winter and those remain so pristine and fairy tale like.
You may choose to be warm for winter -- but I invite you to come north even for only a few days and bask in the city's snowfall. It is a child's delight and I am always happy to report Fly Girl's child is intact!
