If you only knew how much I wanted to meet you!  I was your biggest fan!  When TV meteorologists first began using the “snow” word during the nightly news, I was giddy.  When they salivated over areas where cold and warm air were mixing and waved their arms excitedly across massive fronts of “white” on their computer maps, I drooled right along with them and rubbed my hands together with childlike anticipation.  I followed radar and “winter mosaics” with scholarly attention.  I talked percentages and accumulation with cashiers at the supermarket, strangers in parking lots — anybody who’d listen to me extolling your charms.  I yearned to see your fat, fluffy snowflakes fall past my window.  You heard my wishes, Winter:  you brought me snow.