silence

The world seems quieter in the fog, and in the snow. It’s as if their softness cushions the rough-edged sounds emanating from pervasive human machinery.  You can seclude yourself in a blanket of snow or fog and muffle those irritating reports from boastful car, truck, and motorcycle exhaust pipes. You can almost hide from the roar of overflying aircraft and racing boats that cut through water as if its an annoyance. There is a kind of peace in silence that’s like a meditation. Once you enter, you feel the tension draining. Of course, snow, and fog, and silence can be uncomfortable. I, for one, cannot sleep in complete silence. In fact, I think I’m most alert in places of silence, looking and listening for what might be.