Winter's first snowstorm is pure and enticing.
A celebrated encounter uniting with the first virgin snow fall of the year.
Pristine and untouched it seemingly appears to fall solely for individual pleasure.
Prancing in a fairyland of dancing snowflakes with an inviting mouth opened wide to capture unsullied rewards.
Immaculate fresh falling unique snowflakes playfully devoured by a warm engaging tongue.
Wetness fills the mouth with great satisfaction.
A picturesque snowfall begins to heighten, coming intensely from the heavens, nearing the storms climax.
Blustering smooth powdery magic produces a mind blowing white out.
A blizzard of knee-deep pleasure in winter wonderment exhausts the soul.
The once unadulterated snow is beginning to take its toll, relentlessly demanding deeper and deeper playfulness.
Soaked, breathless, and drained from all of the frolicking, the virgin snow is no longer fresh and undisturbed.
Crowds can be seen from the distance with sleds in tow intruding on the formerly unblemished winter wonderland.
Once untainted and intact, Winter's first virgin snowfall has gradually become loose, dirty, and weather-beaten.
Countless new welcomed strangers slipping, sliding, and enjoying wet slippery mounds of nasty snow.
At last winter's first pure virgin snow surrenders, submitting to the dreary cold with an icy granular pelting.
All that remains of winter's once dazzling fresh virgin snow are memories from spirited and mischievous winter snow blowing fun.