When everyone always complains about Chicago winters, I don’t join in. Winter is,
after all, my favorite season. Yes, it is freezing cold and when you board the el all bundled up you become insanely hot. But there is one magical thing that happens every winter—Snow!
Snow is a blanket that covers the city and makes all things new with its purity. Yes, it soon grows dingy, but for a time it stays perfect. And have you ever noticed the sense of quiet that a new snowfall brings? With snow comes peace, even just momentarily. Then there is the satisfaction of making the first path of footprints in a fresh bank of snow. You sink in and you step out, leaving your mark as you go.
Snow brings me back to the days of being a kid—snowballs, snowmen, snow angels, sledding, forts, and the list of fun goes on and on. When it snows at DePaul, adults are frolicking in the Quad and there is a sense of joy all around that is quite contagious.
My absolute favorite place to go when it snows is the beach. The lake turns into an endless tundra and once again it is quiet. It is just crazy to think that this is the very same place that will be swarming with people in swimsuits in just a few months.
Now I know that I can feel nothing but positivity for the snow because I don’t have to drive or shovel-- #apartmentlife. But still, just try and take in these beautiful moments with me before the slush of March and showers of April are soon upon us.