Slow motion of the white

I like the dazzling/ dazlious white very much. It's really really wintertime! In Weimar is it very seldom. I like:

• the noise by walking through the frozen snow
• to jump into a big mountain of snow and leap from snowdrift to snowdrift
• painting a large sun in the snow and giggling, when a friend notice the snow planet out of her window 
• dicover that doves obvously are cold. They puff up till they look like grey snow balls.
• to discuss how arise icicles and what excactly hoar frost is
• to notice that a collegue, who's from siberia, is feeling lucky at last because of the snow
• the traffic and the people are moving slower and calming down. Everything is in slow motion.

[puffing up doves]

[That's it what Katz shot]