snow in Chicago

As much as I hate the cold, I have grown some appreciation for winter. Shoveling snow at 5 in the morning, I notice the beauty of winter... its serenity. The quiet calm, the silence and the darkness that gave me a sense of tranquility.
I think my favorite part of winter is the sight of trees with snow clinging to their branches; its stillness is somehow comforting.

After a while as the chill gets to my bones, it just gets downright eerie like an intro to a horror flick. (On that note, The Exorcist still trumps all. If you have not read the book, you have no idea what you are missing.. but I suggest reading it only when the sun is out.)