Here’s how you know this was the last snow of the winter: when it started after dark we didn’t dare hope it would stick. And mostly it did not, except for an icy crust along the downtown parking lots. But in Grant Park we had one last good dazzle. For proof that this snow was most wished for, the paths were cleared but few walked on them. We were in the snow and as early as one arrived the snow was already tracked by shoes, paws and the tiny hop-tracks of squirrels and pigeons.
This was a distinctive snow, made up of tiny beads, looking more manufactured, like a space age laundry detergent, than something crystalline formed somewhere above our dreams and sifted over us as we slept. This snow looked extruded, shipped in and sprayed over the park through a long hose hooked up to a tanker truck on Michigan Avenue.
Is this what the snow they ship to Brazil for wealthy children to frolic in looks like? No matter, last night we even got a tiny Snow Toddler to greet train commuters at the morning rush hour. It’s how we say Good Morning in a town not so tough if it gets just one more snow.