She smiled and giggled as she twirled around past the freshly fallen snow.
Olivia gazed up in silent awe of the moment and with love for her boyfriend that trailed behind her.
Oliver smiled back at her, and reached out almost hesitantly for her hand.
She beamed and took it from him.
"Can we have a snowball fight like last year?" Olivia asked; last year was a year of beginnings, and end yet untold.
Back then, they had just met and became friends; that snowball fight was a moment between friends, but now would be a sweet game shared between lovers.
"Of course, but it won't be exactly the same." Oliver challenged her with a smile on his face.
"I know." Olivia giggled, and let go of her boyfriend's hands to roll a snowball with pink gloved hands and a bright smile on her face.
"I'll win!" Oliver called out, knowing sure as day that Olivia would refuse his statement.
"No, you won't." Olivia taunted, and lobbed her snowball at him; she ran on feet born anew in this cold climate and weather.
A warmth about her in the frozen landscape.
"I will." Oliver chased her, and realized how beautiful and freeingly new, Olivia looked as she practically danced upon the snow with their game.
She squealed when the snowball thrown from her boyfriend hit her.
She spun around to retaliate, and caught him in a hug that he hadn't been anticipating.
Olivia kissed him as the year's first snow fell around them, and it was beautiful.
It was strangely romantic in it's simplicity and design: a kiss in the snow. But it was so much more.
The touch of new life upon equally new lovers as they experienced sheer bliss in the freezingly cold weather.
Love warmed their souls and hearts.
Love seemed to blossom in the fall of each, unique snowflake and with every, gentle brush of lips on lips.
It had to be delicate and almost subtle as if a blink later, it vanished.
Yet love always returned in these, simple signs year after year, day after day.
Oliver loved his girlfriend and she him.
Snow and love were best enjoyed together with someone you cared about.
"I love you." Olivia murmured innocently as if the world didn't float and drift around that, simple phrase.
"I love you." Oliver said it as if all of his soul was confessed in this moment, here in the freshly fallen snow that didn't seem to ever want to stop.
Love was beautiful.
