After the Snow
There is a quietness in the aftermath of a fresh snowfall. All is motionless except for the gently rising clouds. The farm seems sleepy – the indolence of the season of waiting. Spring's busyness is in abeyance. Even sound is muffled. An invitation to talk softly and walk with care.
What is it that is so appealing here? Why the sense of peace and contentment? Is it that the stillness around us echoes the quiet place within which can seem so inaccessible? Is it that our unmoving center becomes less frightening when it is mirrored in the environment which we move through? Just so does nature's transient quietude lead us out of our selves into sweet silence.