-5°C (23°F) Snows silence swallows sounds (try to say that five times fast
), but it isn’t an empty silence. It’s not a “pregnant pause,” either – waiting for something else. It is full, whole, complete. Last night was like that.
Today there’s a bit of hoarfrost
on the trees. I’ve never liked that name, ‘hoarfrost.’ It doesn’t come anywhere near capturing the lacy delicacy – the beauty – of the thing… how it highlights the magic that’s been there all along.