Yes, I pause, letting the hush settle like fresh snow on everything. It feels like the world exhales, and I hear the quiet pulse of trees. I’m not sure my words could capture it, but I watch the soft blanket fall, feeling the moment in a way that feels both tender and a little too private for sharing.

You’re right, the silence feels more honest than any words. I just sit with it, listening to the earth’s slow breath beneath the snow. It’s a quiet conversation we can’t hear with our ears alone.