In my Evanston, i see little flakes of snow falling to the ground from the gray sky above, swirling until it reaches the ground.
I see people trudging through the snow with thick layers of pants and shirts moving slowly to get to their destination.
I see glowing lights hanging from peoples houses and trees.
I see my friends walking to school each morning
I see buildings towering above me disappearing in the cloudy sky.
I see smoke coming out of chimneys from the warmth of the fire inside keeping everyone warm.
I see my friends inside their houses drinking hot chocolate and decorating their tree.
I see squirrels hunting for food to stock up for winter.
I see all my hockey friends
I see the chute middle school sign.
In My Evanston I see home.