First Snow in Chicago and a Moment of True Friendship..

I always love the first snow of the year. It's quiet and romantic, illusions of white icing on the streets, covering rooftops and outlining windowsills. I was at the University of Chicago for Shabbat and had the opportunity to see a mixture of academic architechture with a white blanket glistening in the city streetlights.

Perhaps one of the greatest things about winter are the emotions that come along with it. Though many mornings can be greeted with frustration because of the blistering cold, the nightime can be an experience of cozy apartments with warm drinks, fuzzy socks and blankets. Winter seems to be a time of natural introspection and solace. This is my favorite part....Maybe Vivaldi captured the essence best when he composed the "4 Seasons" but I love the fact that each season creates landmarks in time for human growth.

Last night, one of my friends was concerned about my walk home from Shabbat dinner to the apartment where I was staying. I definitely won't get into a car on Shabbat, but my friend wouldn't let me walk home by myself. So she drove, very slowly, alongside my path, to ensure my safety. Truly it was a moment of true pluralism: She could have judged me for not wanting to get in a car so late at night and I could have judged her for driving on Shabbat. But this was not at all the case. And it was one of those delicious moments when you can't help but be thankful for having good friends in the world......

and in the meantime, I am really in the mood for a snowball fight and snow angels.....