It's so quiet ...
I can't hear a thing outside. The snow makes it so quiet that everything is hushed in the world when it falls. We ended up with 4 or 5" of new stuff last night. It's not bad but it's not the "real" snow of Western New York. Not even close to the New England snows of coastal Maine where (as Mom puts it) the snow is measured by the foot, not the inch. I used to love waking up and just staring out the windows at the new snow where I grew up. The imagery of the new mounds of snow on the branches in the woods would mesmerize me for the longest time. I magining the thick brush of the Artist that had painted the earth the night before fascinated me. The silence was almost deafening at times. Even growing up and making snow caves in the drifts was amazing once you got inside (I know, political correctness today says that's a no-no so kids, don't try this at home) . All you could hear was your breathing and heartbeat. Absolute silence - absolu...