I can't post a picture of this topic: "Winter Kisses." For one, I don't have any. LOL There were not any camera phones when I was fifteen years old. Nor did people take selfies in the snow. The second one, is I don't think I need a picture ...I believe, if you give yourself a few seconds to go back to Eighth Grade Christmas time, or maybe some time in High School - when the weather was cold...you will find your own picture already there.
And what would I want a picture of? Snow kisses and the innocence of caring for someone besides yourself.
I will start with the caring part, and then move on up to the "snow kisses".
My first girlfriend and I started out as buddies when she was in Fourth Grade and I was in Sixth Grade. By Eighth Grade, it had morphed into "boyfriend/Girlfriend" and we were going Steady. And that lasted all through HS.
And my first two years in the Army too. So it was a long gradual journey into prepping me to meet my Kathy when I was closer to thirty.
So that first girl had that weird circulation problem where their extremities (hands and feet) are like ice - no matter what the ambient air temperature was.
In Winter, well, it was exacerbated to almost painful.
So when we went for walk, or I reached for her hands indoors, if they were cold, I pulled her close and made her slide her hands under my shirt. Just her ice cold hands on my warm skin. And believe me, there were times, when I instantly got covered with chilblains, chicken skin, or had to let out a little squeal.
She would snuggle up against my chest and I would gradually warm up again, along side her hands. Her Mom would just smile at us, because sometimes we had to stand like that for quite a while ...especially in Winter. It was a service I could provide. It only cost me a few minutes of discomfort, and then a lot of relief for her. And that taught me something that became important later in life : providing comfort and warmth for someone you care about...is a primary gift to give them! They don't have to thank you...for they know you know.
And that first rush, when those two blocks of ice slide under my shirt...what a cheap and easy thrill. LOL And when she finally warmed up, with a soft sigh and leaned into me, ready to just fall asleep standing up...as the commercial says: "Priceless."

And that leads to where I wish I had a picture. A picture of "snow Kissing." Both with that girl, and my Kathy, snow kisses are among my favorite. I would walk in the snow with my girl (first that early girl, later, my Kathy) and the experience was eerily similar. Walking in the muffled snow, oftentimes in the street because it was too thick on the yet unshoveled sidewalks. That muffled sound that only happens in thick snow. Christmas lights reflecting off of the now, like some sort of ethereal muted fireworks. In those big thick flakes snow squalls, everything is muted. Everything but your love for the person you are walking with.
So you stop Both of you wrapped up in winter garb that is lightly covered with a layer of snow. Your eyebrows, and hers, already two little snow ledges formed by the wind. Your lips are maybe a light purple, or even a shallow blue.
And then you lean in...and kiss.
It takes a moment. Soft lips, young and willing, press against another set of lips, just as soft, just as willing...and just as cold. But youth and nature soon take care of that. Your lips, while still cold, invite a much warmer tongue to come explore. And before you know it, SNOW KISS.
A wonderful delightful mixture of heat, cold, wet, frozen, and soft. And then you stop. Hug for a bit. And then walk again until your face is frozen...and start up again.
Snow Kisses. I love them.