There’s a hush that blankets the land. The first snow fall of the year always brings with it its special magical silence. Living inNorth Carolinawe don’t get much snow, but when we do it is always a big event. People run to the store to stock up on the necessities (milk and bread.) Kids anticipate throwing snowballs and sleigh riding. Businesses are closed and schools are cancelled. People are warned to stay off the roads and not travel unless absolutely necessary. You’re advised to stay indoors and not venture out till the ‘Storm of the century’ passes. For all this commotion we only got a 1/8 of an inch.

I’ve been living inNorth Carolinafor fourteen years and it still amuses me that the way people prepare for snow is to panic and cancel everything before the first snowflake hits the ground. In spite of all the unnecessary, over hyped panic I love that when day turns into night a certain silence will descend upon us. I call it the snow covered silence.

With everybody indoors the streets are abandoned and silenced, lacking their usual symphony of car sounds. The grass and trees do not sway in the breeze making their usual music as they’re silenced by the snow. Barking does not fill the night air as dogs that are normally left outside are brought in. Even the moons glow which speaks loudly in the night sky is silenced by the snow clouds which block it. A snowfall brings with it certain stillness; a stillness that leads to a silence. A silence that is magical.

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