Windows tend to rattle When the frigid winds of winter arrive.Sycamores waving limbsWhile seasonal change is stirring the air. Glistening whiteness drifts As fallen snow spreads over the rooftops. Bright sunlight gleams brieflyPeeking through the gray clouds floating above. Watching our breaths puffing,The city sounds and smells are now muted. Skipping through clinging flakesGloved hands grip tightly as we run and play. G...