The Innocence of Weather

I think I would like snowstorms and nor'easters much more if when the snow fell it was left alone for a time that one could walk on whitened streets, pass the high mounds of miraculous new mountains, snowmen appearing like new neighbors, all without the salt and sand to defeat it seems the innocence of weather. I wish for just even a day one could have the prerogative of a pristine walk down a path once a street, to be in a world of wondrous white robes and raiment so clean is must be real