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.
Yesterday, Chicago was looking the prettiest I’ve seen.
As expected, it’s hot and humid in Singapore. It’s my second visit to the small island nation (well, third if you count three hours spent in Changi waiting for a connecting flight to London). I’d forgotten what this place feels like.