The streets of Chicago have an ominous air tonight with a feel like temperature of 17° and gail force winds. It’s harsh, cold and lonely. It brings forth a sense of urgency to seek out those that are bone cold and imagine themselves beyond reach. This is a harsh place to be.
With Grace as a guide, I came across many who were revitalized with donated coats, blankets, hats, gloves and the warmth that friendship brings.