A Breeze from over the shoulder

As I arise one morning feeling the cold breeze from over my shoulder it

dawn's on me that this season will be a white one,but in a blink of a eye

it could be a cold day in hell!  

When the snow flakes drop from the heavens, they will take their shape being

unique as they are, but once they fall then surely they will begin to pile up and

create snow, only then I remember that this is just a cycle in the year of Chicago.