The first time I ever visited Baltimore, I was still a naïve, admitted-but-not-committed high school student. It was the first day all of the cherry blossom trees around campus were in bloom, and I fell in love instantly. The petals falling in the wind seemed like a snowstorm. They had all the beauty of snowflakes without any of the bitter cold that I would later discover arrives in tandem. I knew that this short period could possibly replace fall as my favorite time of year.