There’s a particular kind of magic in the moments before the snow begins to fall — that hush in the air, the stillness, the invitation to slow down and savor what’s right in front of us. Today, my granddaughter is watching soft flakes drift down over Lake Oconee, and my parents are looking out over the golf course in Augusta, watching their backyard turn into a quiet winter painting in WestLake. And here in Mount Pleasant, the cold has settled in — crisp, clean, and full of p