Markham, Ontario. January 2018
After a snowstorm in the winter, when you go out into the cold outdoors at night, there’s a certain silence that can’t be captured or put into words. It’s different from the silence in a library or the silence in your own room at night. The silence is almost muffled and it’s like the air is dead in a quieted state. There’s really no silence quite like it. Even last night after shovelling the driveway, I stopped and paused for a moment to admire the silence and soak it in. Come summer, even when it’s quiet at night, it’s a different kind of silence.
(Fun fact: This is the second photo of the WPCs that is taken the day of the challenge. That doesn’t happen often. :D)
stenoodie 
You’re absolutely right and that particular silence is one of the best things about living in a place where it snows.
It’s one of the beloved joys about winter and snow! 🙂
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