3. The wind howled, piling up snow in drifts, blinding the night with ice-white dust. I walked bend over against the cold, protecting my eyes with my arms. Trees, posts, cowsheds loomed into my vision, then vanished, swallowed in white.
4. Breath pale against the numbing air, she blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her face, captivated by the soft, dusty illusions of light that sat heavy on her eyelashes. She adored the snow, more so when it was falling.
5. It's dark now and the snow is still falling, clumps of wet flakes drifting windlessly down, the air moist, the sidewalk mushy underfoot.
6. New fallen snow, milk bottle top sized snowflakes drift lazily to earth on gentle breeze, crisp winter air, snow topped street lamps, paw prints heading for home, quickly covered by a pristine blanket of white.