It's Winter Calling

 

I am always amazed at how very silent snow is.  Winter, of course, can be blustery and loud, but the snow itself is mute.  It is a blanket of quiet laying across a chaotic and loud world.  Stepping outside after it has snowed is like stepping into a sound-proof booth.  It wraps you up on all sides, almost insulating you from the cold.

A friend of mine has great troubling hearing.  That problem carries with it daily issues the rest of us never have to think about.  If we walk away from the sink and happen to leave the faucet dripping, we notice it.  He does not.  Should someone be knocking on the front door, or rings the doorbell, it goes unheard.  At a gathering, with everyone sitting around talking, he only gets to see the animated behavior and can’t join in the conversation.  When he does join in, he’s never sure if he is talking too loud or not loud enough.

For him, it must be like it is always winter, but without the option of sound – only vibrate.