I woke to note the silence. Without opening my eyes, I knew that there was snow. Not just a little snow, but a few inches. There is something that happens when snow falls overnight. A lightness. A silence. The world is transformed in so many ways.
I kept my eyes closed listening. I wondered at the difference between the silence this morning and the silence I observe on those rare occasions that we lose electricity. The silence this morning was nearly as pure as that silence; nearly as clean and refreshing.
I reveled in the silence. Resisting every temptation to run to the window and look out to see just how much snow had fallen. Torn between the excitement of a snow day that my daughter experiences and the restraint of an adult.
The urge to see, to bask, to wonder proved too great. Eyes opened, I moved out of bed and beheld snow... inches and inches of snow.