The first flakes of snow send you to your window to see if it’s true. Then to your phone to alert your people. How much are we supposed to get? Will it stick? Do we need to hurry to the grocery store for the proverbial essentials — milk, bread, eggs — or do you think the shelves already bare? In sweet-home Chicago, my people would laugh at me for such a thing.
Sometimes, if we’re lucky, our world is about to get covered in white. Next questions: What can we use for a sled? Will we have to go to work tomorrow? Where are my boots?
