It really is beautiful. Every snow mountain left from the previous snows is piled high and rounded off like something out of an imaginary landscape. Unlike all the other snow days, this morning the city is absolutely silent. The plows (ploughs?) have already been and gone by 5 a.m. And, if we are wise, we will all take this last deep snow as an excuse to just stop for a day and let it be. When the sun comes up, it will all change.