Winter Again

“blue chicago moon swings like a blade above the midwest’s heart”
— Songs: Ohia

The arrival of snow and cold affirms for me that Chicago is my home. I love walking around the neighborhood this time of year, the quiet and the closeness of winter. I walk past all the same places I travelled by when they were bathed in summer light and warmth, now cold and dark and empty. There is a humanness to the seasons in Chicago. A place without cycles is a place without reality; there is nothing more honest and relatable than change you can not avoid and need to learn to live with. It will be summer again, and then winter again.