Hey, Sam... I know what you mean. Can't quite put my finger on it. Snow often brings that dead-quiet. No echoes. Neither sound or vision carry very far.
Yeah, the quiet is part of what gives it that sad feeling, I am sure you put your finger on part of it there.
Syracuse is an old town, was in a bar tonight with daughter, chilled through and through from walking outside, a vox martini straight up wasn't all bad once inside the old brick building.
Transfixed watching the flakes swirl around now.