It was beautiful when he opened his eyes to the cold, frosted air and saw it, in patches on the ground where it had drifted through the trees.

It was beautiful when he stepped out of the trees and looked out across the villages, stretching for miles into the horizon, a thick, cold blanket covering the ground.

It was beautiful when the sun shone down through the clear blue sky, its rays glittering of the frozen crystals, sparkling with every twist of his head, with every blink of his eye.

It was still beautiful when it collided with the side of his head, the cold trickling down his neck, his cheek tingling as he shook it out of his hair.

He found it all the more beautiful when he turned his head and saw her laughing face, framed by it.

It was beautiful as he scooped it up, shaping it into a perfect sphere, and watched it flying through the air towards her. It was beautiful as he saw the look of happy surprise on her face as it hit her forehead.

It was beautiful as her laugh echoed around him.

It was beautiful as their frozen lips met, breathing already heavy from the fight, hair and clothes drenched, fingers tingling with cold. It was beautiful as they clutched at each other desperatly,and it was beautiful as he pulled her to the ground.

It was so much more beautiful as he lay in it with her in his arms, staring up at the wide blue, open sky. No limitations, no restictions, just him and her.

Yes. Snow days were beautiful.