After almost two years, we've finally had a real snow, enough to cancel school buses and trips to the office. I crunched along the street, tuning into that faint, sparkly-showery sound made by a multitude of flakes sailing down all at once. The trees in the park had transformed themselves into a magical forest. No one came to disturb the fluffy snow-quilt laid upon each picnic table. Everything stopped for a while, including the distractions of colors other than those that were almost black or almost white. Welcome back, Winter.