Swirls of dancing snow.
Frigid air, charcoal grey sky......
twinkling, glittering, aglow with winter.
Heaving wind, eerily soundless.
A cotton - softness is silence...... enveloping .... wrapping......
shushing....comforting in its own uniqueness...
It is its own transparent self, this Quiet that comes with the chill, with the wintertide.
So different is it from the world's usual chaos.
So distinct, so separate is the quiet, so disarming.
It begs to be noticed, greeted...
And to remain unbroken.
Gone is the softness......
replaced by the swoosh of traffic, the disturbance of engines,
even the honking of stray geese, awry in the now - blue heavens,
bright with sun and awash with our comforting daily clamor.
In our loud world, the soft, soothing balm to our souls is quiet.
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