February 2, 2015, the day after the fifth-largest blizzard to ever hit Chicago, I am hunkered down in my third-floor office looking out to the courtyard below. Chicago Public Schools cancelled classes, the alleys and side streets are not easily navigable, and Wrigleyville is blissfully quiet. Nowhere to be, nowhere to go, other than the writer’s desk. Loving the peace of this day, the nearly-full moon rising, the stillness of a snow day. Hope you’ve been enjoying yours, too.
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