It’s not actually cold cold here, like it seems to be in the rest of the world right now. It is, however, cold enough to freeze water on the trees and plants and transform dew drops into miniscule ice cubes, clinging to every tiny clover leaf and shoot of grass. The green lawns take on a frosted look as the early morning sun first begins to gleam on the velvety white grass. It appears to be as "white as snow."
Deep down inside, we long to be pure. When we know that we’ve displeased God and we ask Him to forgive us, He transforms our heavy hearts. In Psalm 51 we read, "Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."
The writer longed for restoration to the place of purity—to be likened to the spotless color of snow. He believed that it was possible, through God’s power.