A Winters in Winter

22 floors up and I have an angled view over the river to the John Hancock, silhouetted against a dull grey sky. Small, delicate snow flurries eddy around my building, falling slowly to melt on the ground. My heart soars with thoughts of the beauty of a fresh snowfall and anticipation of the winter holidays.

And now they've all but disappeared. But they shall return, and soon.