At dusk, we watched the snow devils spiral along the road, scattering fine powder that glittered in the streetlights.

We woke to an onion snow that dusted the crocuses.

Photographers traveled to the mountaintop to capture the snow moons rising over the ridge.

We went outside to watch the snow moon rise over the frozen lake.

In the frozen highlands, snow poppies peeked through the drifts like tiny beacons of life.

The botanist carefully documented the delicate leaves and bright stamens of the snow poppy during her field study.

She steered the snow racer down the frozen hill, laughing as the wind whipped her scarf.

The snow racers carved sharp turns down the frozen valley, leaving white trails behind them.

I always put snow tires on my car before the first snowfall.

The hikers admired the distant snow caps as the sun rose over the valley.