There is something magical about snow on this level, the powdery soft kind. The kind that transforms city blocks into winter wonderlands of play and fun. Suddenly gray granite becomes soft contours of white, and you never know how far down your foot is going to go.
It also inspires some great artwork. Below is the Ebert-approved short film that was taken during the day-after-Christmas-snowpocalypse.
Also, below is the picture my drunk housemate took last night after our treacherous trek back home from a stew dinner party.