It's winter, it's winter!

We've had winter-like weather for two days now! I never thought this would be something which would excite me so.

This morning while walking to the El, I was so overjoyed by the brisk, heady air, rich with the smell of burning wood and the frozen earth covered in patches of crunchy, glistening salt that I wanted to write poetry, an ode of sorts, to this beautiful winter morning!

Poetry, my friends!

Even the cold slowly permeating my jeans and chilling, with each bend, my unbundled knees overjoyed me.