When I was a little girl, I always loved overnight snowstorms—the kind that start right as you are climbing into bed and it’s just a bit too dark to really make out the flakes falling from the sky. I loved the anticipation of waking up the next day and pulling up the blinds to an entirely new world. The magic still hasn’t worn off, and we had just that kind of snow last night. Maybe the magic is also that we are in North Carolina—somewhere I never expected to get six inches of snow and days where the city entirely shuts down. Duke is closed for the day, so we are fully embracing this snow day with fuzzy socks, a pile of blankets, and lots of coffee.