Daily Cascade

While It Snowed...

Prompt:
When it snows, nature listens.
Write about this in your Blog entry today

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It's been such a long while since I came face to face with snow. Still, I have its memories from my younger days and I remember snow so well.

The newly fallen snow felt, then, as if the earth had paused to hear its own breathing. With snow, during and after, a strange hush fell over the place. This was probably because snow changed more than how the landscapes looked. It changed how they felt, how I felt. This is because snow smooths the land into a blank page, inviting reflection.

Snow also blocks some noises and enhances others. While car tires whisper instead of roaring, footsteps make a gentle crunch. Then, because people mostly try to stay indoors, snow's physical quiet turns into an emotional quiet. Even cities stop their sirens and engines, and focus on the fall of snowflakes and the bending twigs and trees and people's ways. It is as if the world tunes in to a subtler style of being.

I remember, while it snowed, as I stood under a snowfall, I used to feel a stillness in me, if only to pay attention to cold air in my lungs, the white branches under the gray sky, the way the flakes descended on and around me. It felt as if I were being encouraged to listen to this wordless snow and realize that quiet has power, for the snowfall was offering me a leaning-inward as well as the fragile beauty of that very moment.


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