That Which Is Peaceful

One of the best things about living where it snows is that on late nights after a new storm, a walk around the city takes on a quality that is seldom seen on a regular basis.   There are few or no people out.   It is indescribably quiet.  If you listen, you can hear the tree squirrels scampering around the branches as they make their infrequent visits to the outside world.   You can hear a slight breeze blowing through the city, the sound of a roaring fire from within the protection of someone’s four walls or even a kiss on the lips of two lovers bundled up in front of that fire.    It is peaceful like nothing else.

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