Normally, the world around us is found to be busy. When wwe go outside, there are sounds of leaves and sounds of kids playing, squirrels and birds, cars and lawnmowers. There are many sounds and they are all ablaze in activity.
But then the leaves begin to fall giving us more sounds of the rustling and crinkling of those multi colored sheets of autumn. There are Halloween hauntings and decor. Trash bags of leaves litter the yards. Kids still play but now with sweaters and jackets. Still movement. Still noise.
But then one morning, the world seems different. Even the light in the house is different. The sounds coming from outside are muted and hushed. You look out the window and there is a blanket of pure white snow. Excitedly you dress in the warmest clothes. Open your door, and step out. Out here there is silence. The sounds of the house waking up and the sounds of life in the world before you are drowned out to nothing.
The think layer of snow seems to blanket the sound as well as the earth. Any sound that is made travels in all direction leaving you wondering where it even came from. It sounds far away yet very near. Even the crunch your steps are drowned out.
The trees are covered. They are like tall sentries tucked into bed from a long watch. A wall of knitted branches with lines of brown, green, and white tangling together to close in the world. Snow is falling from a steel gray sky that covers you in an odd sense of comfort and warmth.
You stand there in the snow, letting the new flakes fall around you. You can not feel them, yet the are there. What is falling from the sky? A cold weightless flake. Another and another they fall. Not much as they fall but together they steal the sounds and smother the world.
The snow does not kill or destroy but covers the life around to let it sleep. Let it rest. You can feel that comfort as you watch the snow falling lovingly to the ground. A quite whisper of soothing music comes to your ears. Not the bustle of activity you hear in the very spot at other times. But it is a lullaby for a world who is tired and weary.
Let the snow come. Take a rest. When the snow comes...
But then the leaves begin to fall giving us more sounds of the rustling and crinkling of those multi colored sheets of autumn. There are Halloween hauntings and decor. Trash bags of leaves litter the yards. Kids still play but now with sweaters and jackets. Still movement. Still noise.
But then one morning, the world seems different. Even the light in the house is different. The sounds coming from outside are muted and hushed. You look out the window and there is a blanket of pure white snow. Excitedly you dress in the warmest clothes. Open your door, and step out. Out here there is silence. The sounds of the house waking up and the sounds of life in the world before you are drowned out to nothing.
The think layer of snow seems to blanket the sound as well as the earth. Any sound that is made travels in all direction leaving you wondering where it even came from. It sounds far away yet very near. Even the crunch your steps are drowned out.
The trees are covered. They are like tall sentries tucked into bed from a long watch. A wall of knitted branches with lines of brown, green, and white tangling together to close in the world. Snow is falling from a steel gray sky that covers you in an odd sense of comfort and warmth.
You stand there in the snow, letting the new flakes fall around you. You can not feel them, yet the are there. What is falling from the sky? A cold weightless flake. Another and another they fall. Not much as they fall but together they steal the sounds and smother the world.
The snow does not kill or destroy but covers the life around to let it sleep. Let it rest. You can feel that comfort as you watch the snow falling lovingly to the ground. A quite whisper of soothing music comes to your ears. Not the bustle of activity you hear in the very spot at other times. But it is a lullaby for a world who is tired and weary.
