Dreaming of snow

I woke up early this morning. I opened my eyes and it returned to me - a little piece of my dream.

In my dream I woke up early in the morning. I opened the door and barefeet, I stepped out. It had snowed during the night. Everything was beautiful and white. Walking along the snow covered street, my bare feet felt no cold. I felt no cold.

Purity? New beginnings? Hope? Aspiration?
Contentment. Beauty.

Without knowing what to link this to, I stumbled (see, that is my main way of moving forward it seems, stumbling and drifting) onto two clips. Enjoy!