I opened my window to hear the snow fall.
The 1 am flurry.
You may say what for
Falling snow has no sound.
But that’s exactly what I’m looking for.
The peace that the snowfall brings.
The settling in.
The quiet calmness that fills the neighborhood.
As flake after flake falls upon the dead and dying lawns.
Yes, tonight I opened up my window to hear the silence.
The sound of snow falling on snow.