Despite living in the District for a few years now, Hedda and I are still midwesterners in our core. One of the things we miss most from our days in Chicago is snow. It falls only occasionally this far south, so we get quite excited when it does. Our mouths water when we hear a forecast for those beautiful white flakes, regardless of how rarely such predictions actually prove reliable. The words “winter storm warning” give us warm and fuzzies, much to the confusion of the cold-fearing residents of the area.