This is a typical winder day in Chicago or maybe Boston. Billy is making snowballs for a snowman. Buster, the dog, is looking for something to eat. The dog is thinking when are we going inside to get warm. Richard, Billy’s dad, is sitting in the snow after falling through the crust of the snow top and now he is stuck. Mom is inside the house just watching and getting the hot chocolate ready. Henry, the neighbor man, is walking down the sidewalk to go check on the neighbors to help shovel them out after the snow fall.
They all live in a neighborhood called Brighton Park. It is usually a quiet neighborhood. It is not Christmas yet, because the evergreen trees are not decorated with lights. It is later in the fall, because there are no leaves left on the trees. You can hear dripping from melting snow on the roofs of the houses. You can hear the dog panting from playing. You can hear a snow plow clearing the snow from the road. You can hear an occasional siren. You can hear heavy breathing from shoveling snow and scrapping sound from the shovels.
Billy is feeling energized and not ready to go inside as it gets dark. He does not have his snowman built yet. He will come back out tomorrow and finish it. Billy is thinking maybe mom has some hot chocolate for me to get warm. Richard is ready to get out of that snowbank and go inside to have a beer and rest. He is thinking of warm weather, maybe a beach or in front of the fireplace. Henry is through shoveling for his neighbors and ready to go inside for comfort and no distractions.