The First Snow of the Season
Two days ago, we had the first snow of the season here in Chicago. Just as the forecast predicted, the temperature fell below zero, the wind picked up, and the rain started. And then I missed it.
Two days ago, we had the first snow of the season here in Chicago. Just as the forecast predicted, the temperature fell below zero, the wind picked up, and the rain started. And then I missed it.
My sister asked me if I’ve spent an evening sipping red wine and listening to Blues here in Chicago. As yet, I have not managed that, but I did see the ‘blues’ a few weeks ago — before the greyness descended — up in the expansive midwestern sky.
Ah, Autumn. I adore the striking colours of this time of year and Chicago does not disappoint. However, it’s fleeting: just as fast as the season descended upon us, it will be gone. So I’m trying to preserve it by snapping away with abandon.
So, now you’ve settled in, sorted out your living arrangements and located your local supermarket. Now, it’s time to start carving out a new life for yourself. And for me, building a solid foundation of friends is one of the most important parts of settling in.
The descent into winter has been swift. Days alternate between brilliant blue skies and grey, moody. The only constant seems to be the steady fall of the mercury. Chicago seems to have different faces depending upon the seasons, the weather and its overall mood.
Yesterday, Chicago was looking the prettiest I’ve seen.