I wished for snow. Repeatedly. And loudly. All year. Partly because of, partly in spite of the once-in-a-lifetime kind of snowstorms that have gripped the Midwest. And this week, my wish was granted. I got snow! Lots of it! It was like Christmas had come early. Or late, depending on your vantage point. I first stood, enchanted and mesmerized, watching the sight of heavy flakes swirling gracefully, silently to the dull earth beneath, clinging first to blades of brown grass, then settling into the crooks and forks of trees, and finally, as the winds picked up, covering the world with a white, pristine coat. Magic.