“When snow falls, nature listens.” — Antoinette Van Kleeff
When was the last time you went for a walk during a snowstorm, whether at night or early morning when there is no one else around to disrupt your thoughts or appreciation of the white world around you?
The muffling of the snow wrapped around every branch, absorbing all noise as the stillness permeates, broken only by snow falling and even the sound of this dampened by the cushion of white flakes everywhere.
Not even your own footfalls disturbing you. Just your breath, your heartbeat, and your own thoughts.
As the snow falls, even thought fades into the distance, a quietude of the soul emerges in which we can listen to what needs to be heard within us.