In my Evanston I live on a dead end street.
My neighborhood is very quiet and peaceful with icicles hanging off each house on the block.
The sharp tips of the icicles look deadly, as if at any moment they might fall and pierce my skin.
In my Evanston I live in a house, a nice one, a yellow one
In my Evanston I hear the howling of the wind, and smell the aroma of fresh snow that is blocking the spring to come.
As I walk on the pile of snow on the sidewalk I hear the crunching of the salt under my foot.
In my Evanston I hear a loud barking of my dog trying to get my attention.
In my Evanston I see cars, that roar pass me, on a speed limit that looks so high, trying to get out of traffic.
In my Evanston there me, and have a morning routine.
Wake up, wash up, get dressed, eat breakfast, have a little free time.
In my Evanston I see different signs.
In my Evanston theres trees swaying without leaves.
In Evanston Evanston theres different stores that gives me yummy treats and delights.
Stores such as Starbucks, Food 4 Less, Marshalls, and also WingStop.