Meditations on the Snow

There is a silence that accompanies snow. Not an awkward or a strained one, rather one of serene contemplation and peaceful meditation. It is a silence of contentment. No birds, no wind through the grass or the tree branches, everything exposed and gently frosted, smoothing out blemishes, making parts whole again. There is nothing so delicate as undisturbed snow. A delicate balance. A delicate layer. A delicate, fragile nature of lace and ice. There is no voice in snow, yet there is every voice. There is no emotion in snow, yet there is every feeling. There is no joy in snow, yet there is a world full.

I thought about continuing this with a paragraph on the nature of man and its disturbance. Then I realized, that would defeat the purpose. That would ruin the intent. The fragile balance.

So I leave it with the gentle, wafting fall of a snowflake, it's noiseless landing, and the ever-thickening blanket of white over the landscape.

Enjoy the silence.

-Samantha Rose, 2007