First Snow

I wait for you every year and I will never forget the first time we met. I was walking outside, just off Lakeshore Drive in Chicago by the Drake Hotel. My memory cannot recall what events brought me to this area of town or what I was doing that night, but I remember the feeling all too well. It was my first year of college and even though I had seen you a time or two before, it wasn’t until this particular evening that I really saw you. I rushed outside after hearing a friend exclaim “It’s snowing!” and just as frost immediately bit at my nose and my instinct pushed me to retreat, something amazing happened. It wasn’t the sight. No, it...