It’s the Saturday after New Years Day in Chicago, Illinois.  The first thing I thought when I stepped outside to go for a walk and grab a cup of coffee: it’s so quiet out.  A conversation about winter almost always settles first on how you feel about the cold and then how you feel about the snow.  However, I love winter for two reasons outside of those parameters.  The quiet stillness outside gives me creative headspace.  A time for my ears, which work 24 hours a day, 365 days out of the year, to relax.  Secondly, the smell of crisp, clean air.  The smells that float to the nose under winter conditions are absolute and un-compromised.  These are experiences you simply can’t have anywhere else. photo credit: Carey Primeau

It’s the Saturday after New Years Day in Chicago, Illinois.  The first thing I thought when I stepped outside to go for a walk and grab a cup of coffee: it’s so quiet out. 

A conversation about winter almost always settles first on how you feel about the cold and then how you feel about the snow.  However, I love winter for two reasons outside of those parameters.  The quiet stillness outside gives me creative headspace.  A time for my ears, which work 24 hours a day, 365 days out of the year, to relax.  Secondly, the smell of crisp, clean air.  The smells that float to the nose under winter conditions are absolute and un-compromised.  These are experiences you simply can’t have anywhere else.

photo credit: Carey Primeau

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