sound of snow
The sound of snow is not silence, but a faint sss, or shhh - the sound of time passing (not the discrete ticks of a clock, but the steady swish of sand through an hourglass that can’t be turned). Slipping away. It’s the sound of forgetting - sharp edges and bright colors, yes, but most of all the dead remainders - reminders - done rotting, brown and dessicated… hush, now, and let the snow fall. Isn’t it pretty?
