WordPress Photo Challenge: Peaceful
It started snowing last night. By the morning, the world around my house was white and snowy and full of gleeful children’s voices sliding down our neighborhood sledding hill. But last night?
Last night, the world got quiet. The poet David Berman has a line in his poem Snow that goes like this: “Our voices hung close in the new acoustics.” There is a closeness, a quietness, a peacefulness about a snowy night. The whole world goes quiet.