I'm originally from the South, so any time it snows—even in the last months of winter when I am so ready for Spring—I get that old giddy feeling I got when it snowed in Georgia, which was rare. The peace it brings to the city that is usually the antithesis of peace. Of quiet. Of stillness, calm. Everything motionless being covered in snow. Everyone rushing to the next place where they can be warm, bundled against it. They're forecasting sixty degree weather come this weekend, but for now I'm enjoying that extra bit of white outside my window. Soon everything will reawaken and shake it off as though it never happened.