Your images prompted me to think of this recording of the Henry Mancini orchestra playing Claude Thornhill's song titled "Snowfall." I think you will find it to be appropriate to the mood evoked by them... Snowfall
I remember the exhilaration of a few 'first snowfalls' having grown up in NH. The quiet precipitation was usually a gentle prelude to long, often bitterly cold winters. Running and jumping under the street light when we lived in town, eyes cast into the furthest reaches of the light above, joyous of increasing cascade. Ah, the pure hope and carelessness of childhood.
It's August but here in Minnesota it has felt like late September/October lately and next week looks more of the same. Actually have trees turning colors and dropping leaves already. Long winter ahead.....