Winter wonderland

For as many years as I've lived in Chicago, I never cease to be in awe of those first few snowstorms at the beginning of each new winter. There's something magical about it, especially at night when the sky is so dark that the powdery snow on the ground glistens in the slightest amount of light. I sometimes wonder how something that falls from the sky can be such a natural beauty. An otherwise boring looking tree in non-snowy cold weather can be suddenly transformed into a "painting" out of a fairytale, covered in heaps of pure white snow. You can hear the soft 'crunch' of your shoes pressing into the snow with each step you take and oddly enough, you can almost hear yourself think....an anomaly in an otherwise noisy city. Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow....