It may sound hippie-ish but there is a stark beauty in silence. Step outside at 3 AM in a heavy snowfall and its so quiet you can literally hear the snow fallin on the ground.
I wonder how many city slickers have stood on a lake under the moonlight of a bitterly cold night and listened to the booming and singing of the ice. Pure awesomeness.
Amen brother.
A siren call to take one more step, one more step.
It may sound hippie-ish but there is a stark beauty in silence.
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No, it is not a hippy notion, IMO. I know exactly what you mean. We lived in a busy suburban area prior to retiring here to a semi-rural area. I just love it here. When my children visit from the Baltimore area, I remind them to listen to the silence as we are sitting outside. I cherish the quiet and the wonderful views of the stars.