Less than 20 minutes earlier, I had been sitting at another bar across town with a friend who was visiting from New York City who was wondering aloud if she had picked a good weekend to visit Chicago. In that dark, windowless bar, we looked at our phones and determined that it would be mild (by Chicago standards) and there was no chance of precipitation.

We walked outside and were met by flurries. By the time I was in an Uber headed back to Hyde Park, the flakes were quarter-sized and coming down quickly. “I have never seen such back weather forecasting,” my Uber driver remarked.

Sometimes you need a good snow though. I walked into a different friend’s birthday tonight, and she was having a rough day personally. On my end, I’ve been struggling to get through the tail end of grad school.

But something about the snow tonight gave us peace. Sometimes snow comes at just the right time.

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