Light of the snow, the sun, my home

I never thought that snow can show me a totally different kind of beauty, something white can have this amount real beauty hidden in it is a completely different realisation now. Normally white for me is disgusting, be it fair and lovely , or westerners or a dull morning with total white snow. I am from India and ?I like to sweat, I like to face the strongest of the sun and I like to become darker in that sunlight. That gives a dimension to my existence. Normally white is always related to negative feelings in my heart. For me white was always lifeless, ugly , as if someone is mourning for some freat misfortune . White is the colro for sraddha for me, a pseudo mourning, or the colro fo the dhongi bramhacharis of narnadra pur ramkrishna mission. Anyway whenver i look at the color white i can only see corruption scandlas propaganda. But then that is my realisation, which is a function of my experiences and my prejudices, and yes let me accept that even white can be beautiful, even white can be honest. Yesterday i found out, that snow has its own light, which has strong luminousity. Even in night, without any light, snow can create and aura around the place, which was amazing for me. But apart from that, i want sun, hot sun, burning my skin, making me sweat. I want to smell my sweat.