So, interesting things happen when the world grows cold and snowfall blankets the city, especially a city that never gets snow like this, people emerge. Formed sometimes over night, or in the morning. Sometimes you can drive and see them half-born, forming, but not yet alive. Snowmen. They were everywhere, each taking on their own personality, their own back story, their own voice and opinion. Here are a few I've met:
Our snowman, and our barista.
The busybody, The loud obnoxious neighbor.
The hipster, and Mr. Creepy.
