Snow over the course of the day, yesterday was its own source of trick or treat. While immigrants camping on the streets of downtown Chicago found it magical to see their first snow. Native Chicagoans and their children were mortified. Moms and kids had been curating outfits, wigs, and makeup for months, even matching candy bags in preparation for the best, full-fledged Halloween night since 2019.
A shamefully huge bag of candy lay on my foyer ledge, ready to be passed out. The candy is still there as only 4 kids came. Also missing was their cheerful greeting, “trick or treat”. Now kids just stand there with their bags open, and they smile, expectantly. It was cold so I didn’t go through my usual spiel of what do you say? Anyway, too bad Halloween can’t get a do-over the next day when the weather is better. But guess what? I have oodles of candy to see me through NaNoWriMo!
According to weather forecasters yesterday’s snowfall was the third highest in Illinois history on Halloween. They’d predicted snow, but I didn’t know they meant sno-o-ow, and as I traveled west on Vollmer Highway, I could see a cloud of what looked like thick, white smoke approaching me. As I got closer, little seeds of ice began pinging and popping off the windshield. Then I drove straight into a snow globe, and I couldn’t make out anything around me. I’m a January girl and a native Chicagoan so I adjusted and it became pretty awesome until I remembered broken-hearted trick or treaters.