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.
Resiliently Ridiculous 