I have always imagined winter to be so pretty and romantic. Maybe a little cold but u know, pretty snowflakes, making huge snowman and snow angels, stepping on light fluffy snow, walking down a white park enjoying the view of frozen lakes and snow covered branches. It was perfect in my mind.
Then I experienced my first Chicago winter. It wasn't at all what I had imagined. The brutal cold, erratic weather, snow, rain, sleet, snowish rain...all in one day, resulting in massive amount of black sludge and ice on the floor. Walking was a problem for me as I was not used to walking on slippery ice. I find myself slipping and almost falling many times. Luckily, no accidents yet (touch wood). It's so cold most days I rather prefer to be indoors. Walking the dog was no longer fun as I have to layer and layer for a 5mins walk. Breathing was a problem somedays, it's so cold your lungs and nose hurts. Sometimes I can't feel my face after 10mins outside. But there were the days when it was as I have imagined. -2 celsius became very pleasant after a week of -24 celsius. And light snow flake days, everything is just powdery white and sparkly in the night. Those days makes it all worthwhile.