52 Project, Week 3: Silence
When I think of silence, I think of the woods in winter. The woods are so quiet when it snows. I learned recently that falling snow actually blocks sound. The science behind it is kind of cool.
There’s something wonderful about being in the hushed woods while it’s snowing. It feels like I’m in a glowing snow globe. The air is crisp, cold and clean. Every tree is highlighted with white, glittering crystals. The very ground itself is smooth, sparkling and soft looking as if it’s a blanket I could pick up and wrap myself in. It feels safe and comforting.
The only sound in the woods is only audible if you listen closely. If the snow is falling, you can hear it, softer than raindrops, louder than falling feathers. It’s like music that is so hushed, only the completely still can hear. Once you move, the low crunch of your footsteps is satisfying and muffled enough that it doesn’t disturb this cherished place.
What comes to mind when you think of silence? Do you like walking in the woods when it’s snowing?