The Chicago winter is coming.
Although the weather man on the radio station I work for said the snow will not come in time for Christmas, I am still dreading the awful cold. The grey skies are cold, the clouds are dreary. The wind nips at your face, creating a numbing effect. There is only one place and time where I do not mind the cold. The fridgid tempature does not bother me around Christmas, right in front of the Water Tower on Michigan Avenue.