on a snowy morning

There was this moment that I wanted to remember.  

Yesterday morning, I left the house to go to work.  It had been snowing for a while - but the temperatures were so cold and the snow was so fine, that the little ice flakes made everything look like it was covered in glitter. 

It was still pitch black outside, but the moon shed enough light to make the snow sparkle.  As I stepped out of the house and looked around, I was taken aback by 1) how pretty it was and 2) how silent it was.  Snow has a way of muting the world, no?

I stood there, on our porch, and just watched the glitter fall - and listened to all the nothing around.  It was so quiet.  So peaceful.  It was rejuvenating. 

Eventually, a car drove by and I snapped out of my mini-trance.  I walked to the car and was pleased to find a trail of rabbit tracks in the snow all the way around the car.  I dunno, it made me happy.  I followed the tracks to the end of the driveway and saw where they crossed the street and disappeared into some brush on the other side.   

I swept off the car - which was easy since the snow was so dry.  And then I just stood there again.  Listening to how quiet everything was.  It's really not often that we're surrounded by that kind of quiet.  I would have liked to have stayed there for longer.  But then I heard the lines from one of my favorite classic poems in my head

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep, 

And so, I packed up and drove off to work for a long busy day.  There's no deep meaning here - no real point to this post.  Other than the fact I just wanted to remember it.  And maybe remind myself, that on occasion, I should remember to stop and listen to all the nothing around. :)  

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.