Silence of Snow

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Personal experience finding silence

Submitted: February 05, 2019

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Submitted: February 05, 2019



Silence of the Snow


I know that it had to be the quiet that woke me.  A complete absence of the sounds that I have come to ignore.  I don’t really notice the street noise that is always present but this morning I noticed that the noise wasn’t there.  Nothing, just quietness.

The light shining through my window was bright, too bright for nighttime.  The light didn’t have the tint of pink of early dawn or the yellow glow of the streetlights.  Pure white, snow white.  It had to be snowing.

I leapt from the bed and went to my window to see.  Yes, it was snowing.  Large fluffy flakes falling gently through the air.  I looked up.  The sky glowed, reflecting the light from below.  The world was pale, shapes and colors retreating beneath a layer of white.

I glanced at my clock, 2:10am, and slid my feet into my slippers and slipped on my sweater before heading for the front door.  

Without a jacket or a hat, I walked outside and stood, the snow falling around me, on me.  The peacefulness of the night pushed my thoughts away after only a few minutes and I felt the quietness.  With my eyes closed, I listened.  The sound of individual snowflakes landing on the ground, landing on the tree branches, landing on me emerged from the silence of the snow.  I could hear the ice crystals of each snowflake crackle and pop as the flakes piled, one on top of another. 

I had heard snow falling only once before.  Then, miles into the Tahoe Forest, traveling on snowshoes, I stopped to rest.  As my breathing quieted, the silence of the falling snow surrounded me.  Standing quietly, I listened and heard snowflakes falling.  At first, I didn’t realize what I was hearing but soon recognized the popping and cracking of the flakes as they collided.

Tonight, I listened to this sound again.  Quietness.  Peacefulness. The silence of the snow.



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