It may not be snowy white fields as far as the eye can see
because winter in Detroit
is its own kind of lovely magic. It’s dodging the bitter wind by racing down
the sidewalks staying under the shelter of the historic buildings. It’s the
smell of campfires, yes campfires, as you find yourself getting closer to Campus Martis. It’s stepping into the friendly
coffee shops with a local barista who joins in your giggles as your nose loses its
rosiness. It’s the heartfelt joy in hearing the volunteers chime bells next to
the ever symbolic red kettle.
I went for a walk downtown recently when I began to really
notice how truly different the surroundings are here compared to where I grew
up. I used to think there is nothing better than winter in the country because
it was peaceful and charming. Detroit
though is a remarkable kind of beauty, one that you wouldn’t notice unless the snow
was actually crunching under your feet on Woodward Avenue.
At first I assumed it was the extravagant city décor, which has
grown exponentially since last winter. From the lights to the signs to the
natural snow calmly covering the trees lining the streets, these are all part
of a great outer shell but not the real reason why this is such as remarkable
time in the city. These characteristics are only skin deep, and just like a
well oiled machine needs properly functioning internal mechanics, the heart and
soul is really found in the people.
This is one of several times out of the year that the Detroit community purely
lets go of the angst and downtrodden times the city is currently facing. Rather,
with open arms, they welcome newcomers, friends and family to feel the magic. It’s
the humble nature of the general ambiance that keeps me coming back for more
with nothing but a smile on my face. Isn’t that what this season is all about? It’s about remembering the magic comes from
the experiences we share and not the material items we can take away. A genuine
memory is a gift that belongs to you forever.
It’s the season of giving and for a city that provided
the world unconditional love through icons, objects and automobiles it’s only
natural to keep that tradition alive. Come see for yourself. Love always, Detroit.