I don't live near snow anymore. We get snow maybe two or three times a winter season. But my sister lives where they could have snow seven months out of the year. I used to live in that during my childhood. And today I'm remembering that wonderful quiet after it snows. It's like the big, thick blanket of snow is an insulator. It filters out all of the noise and you can hear each individual sound. I loved to take walks after it snowed. My sister called today and told me about her run in the snow today and it made me miss snow. I still don't want to be surrounded by it 7 months out of the year but I still find joy in snow.
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