My favorite time is the quiet time. That all too brief spell when freshly fallen snow blankets the world and muffles everything.

A muted world.

I’m a hypocrite, though, and I know there are days when I can’t stand the quiet. Where I rave and fight against the possibility of being left to my thoughts.

But tonight, tonight I embrace this quiet calm. Knowing it won’t last. Knowing this snow is only teasing, and by morning it’ll be an obstacle.

A brief respite to myself.


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