Wait for Tomorrow by Robert Wilder

HERE'S THE FIRST FEW SENTENCES --- --- Winter's first snow spun in from the distant ocean, whirling through the Narrows and across the river to fall upon the city. It piled into small drifts within the sheltered angles of the El's pillars and lay as powdered mica an the grimy sidewalks until the scuffing of many feet reduced it to muddy rivulets trickling along littered gutters.