Dear Weather,
What the fuck is going on.
If you live in the Chicagoland area, or really anywhere in the eastern/central Midwest, you have probably noticed something very peculiar this December, something that doesn’t quite gel with how you’ve experienced the Decembers of yesteryear: You’ve looked outside your window, and seen grass. Un-blanketed, un-white grass. Again: it is late December. There should be snow. Where the fuck is the snow.