Yesterday was the day February 2011 won the prize for most inches of snowfall on record, beating out 1896 by 3 inches. The dusting we got overnight made everything white again so even if more snow was not on my high list of wishes, it did make the city look very pretty.
When I called Ryan on my way home from work, he was only a few blocks ahead and offered to wait for me to catch up so we could walk home together. What a doll. I snapped this picture from the Columbus Street bridge. What I love about it is that is doesn’t look like we’re in a city; it looks like we were in the middle of the woods, entirely alone. But right next to that white path is a river and tall buildings and a busy highway.
I think that might be my favorite thing about Chicago- so many quiet moments in the middle of the hustle and bustle.
