Peace

A Snow of Silence


Okay, I admit it. I love it when it snows. It may be a pain to deal with, shoveling, plowing, snowblower sending it high into the air only to have it drift back and cover me, and dont even begin to get me started on having to deal with countless idiots on the roads in it. No, that is not what I like about it. It's the eerie yet comforting silence at night that it brings, the cozy feeling sitting by the fire or laying warm under a pile of blankets with the stuff falling outside. It is as though the entire world around me comes to a halt for once and just lets the snow go about it's business, falling.

This picture is the view out of the studio window right now. The walkway lights and the lamp post along with the sodium light from the garage providing the light, and the big Blue Atlas cedar tree burdened with the sticky wet snowfall mingling low and wide with the azaleas piled with the stuff. And dead silence. Sometimes it is so quiet all you can hear is the snow hitting the ground. The yard and areas beyond are strangely light, with a hazy appearance from being seen through the falling snow, eventually fading to the orange-gray of the night sky in the distance. Yep, this is the part of winter that I like. I wont even worry about tomorrow's commute after the required digging out. No, instead I will relish the calm, quiet ambience provided by Ma Nature's frosty security blanket.