A Story

          About one week ago today, I was walking to work per usual and was about halfway to the train stop when it started to rain.
          Oh great, I thought. Just what I need, rain. I don't even have my umbrella!
          As I was just beginning to think about the side effects of cold rain drenching me from head to toe, I looked down and saw tiny white dots speckled amongst the black of my jacket. I took my gloveless hand out of my pocket to brush off whatever lint had attached itself when I realized that maybe it wasn't lint at all.
          What is this?
          The lint seemed not to brush off, but to become absorbed into my jacket. I pulled my hand away, cold and wet, and looked up into the sky.
          No way... could it be?, I speculated.
          It was. Somewhere high about the stratosphere, the freezing temperatures and precipitation (most likely from the lake) had given way to small ice particles, which came down to Chicago as snow. It was now sifting it's way down onto my jacket and the pavement of the street around me. I opened my mouth to the sky to get my first taste of Chicago snow, and could feel the tiny flakes on my face and hands. I noticed people began to look at me funny, so I stopped abruptly and kept walking.
           The miniature flurry lasted until I got onto the train and, looking out of the window, I could tell it was over as quickly as it had started. It was only my first taste of what this winter was going to be like, but it put a smile on my face as I sat on the train, considering what this Chicago winter had in store for me.

(I've been reading a lot lately so I thought I would right this like a story. Sure, it's a little exaggerated, but it really did snow, if only a little. It hasn't snowed since, but it's gotten to be very cold. The days are still beautiful, though, and the sun has been out, even if the wind has too. I think I'm definitely going to need a heavier jacket!)