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February 3, 2011
White snow, piled high, glistening in the sun on a frigid day makes me feel like a little child again.  And if Chicago wasn't so flat I would make a temporary sled and slide all of my problems away.  Then, after being chilled to my bones, I would come home and have a nice cup of hot chocolate and watch a fire that I don't have.

Winters were so much more fun when I was a child.  Now, as an adult, I feel almost cynical because I'm so hurried to go from point A to B.