I need the quiet that is bare enough to hear snow fall,
hear it brush against the feathery evergreens and settle into that crystal quilt.
the stream ripples into itself, freezing from the edges in (like how humans with the hardest edges are often trying to manage tsunamis inside)
we are miles escaped from the nearest highway. withdrawn into a wild sanctuary where the snow is free to accumulate, to swell around the tree trunks and only leave for the sun. no neighbors. no phone service. no television or Wi-Fi or wires. no noise.
i react to noise like an iceberg. when I’m overburdened, i break off. drift towards emptier sea for a home in her soundless underbelly. the water sourced from icebergs is one of the purest forms. quiet and unassailable.