No matter where you live, winter is generally epitomized by snow. For those of us lucky enough to experience snow, we know that it brings an eerie quiet. There is no pounding rain, no stinging pebbles of ice hitting the ground. Instead, it’s soft and quiet and makes the whole world seem to slow down to a hush.
If it’s good snow, the schools close and things get cancelled and the power doesn’t go out, and you can snuggle up at home (or go out sledding!). But there is nothing quite as magical as going outside when it’s snowing and listening to the quiet. Even without snow, you can pretend it’s a snowstorm and let the whole world stop around you and simply enjoy the moment. (I confess I am writing this during a snowstorm, and we spent the day cooking, sledding, and needlepointing. Eve taught Lucia how to needlepoint for the first time, and even though she’s sick with a cold, her last words as she fell to sleep were, “I want to needlepoint some more!” The weather will change, but she will always remember how to needlepoint.)
Snow is a reminder just to simply enjoy the peaceful quietude.