It’s a beautiful day outside, the first snow of the year finally covered the ground. Chilly crisp cool air blows across the back of my neck and makes me remember why winter is the best season of them all. Chicago winters are unlike the rest; you look all around and all you see is the beautiful white snow everywhere you look. My momma always said, the best way to clear your head is to take a walk, so that's what I do. I leave my house and start to head down the road with no end destination in sight. It’s negative five degrees outside, and some would call me crazy to go on a walk but it's my favorite. Hearing the snow crunch beneath my feet, rosy red cheeks, all bundled up, and seeing every breath when I exhale. Instead of taking my normal
