Winter Magic

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.