Chicago doesn’t get nearly as much snow as Boston does, but I’ve found that makes the Seven-Year-Old and I appreciate every flake that does fall that much more.
These showed up on our car in the early hours of the Wow-I’m-Glad-I’m-Not-In-Boston-Right-Now-Dueling-Blizzard-Event of February 2015. (Boston got 40 inches of snow in the week leading up to Groundhog’s Day. That same week, Chicago got 16-20.)
It was wild to see the individual shapes. They looked like something out of an old-timey animated Christmas special.
Too bad the little camera in my phone couldn’t handle the details. If this keeps up, I’m going to have to start carrying a real camera.