Growing up in Tennessee, I rarely experienced snowfall. I dreamed of snow and prayed for it, even if only to escape the mundaneness of the classroom. However, I often find myself immersed in snowy landscapes as an adult. From Alaska to Montana, Siberia to the Texas Panhandle. Yet, snowfall on the National Mall in Washington, D.C., is unique. This urban sanctuary never fails to ignite my childlike wonder, even as the snowflakes fall.