Sweet Silence.

Winter, in all its terrible wrath, has come to Manitoba. Two weeks ago the ground was a dry, tundra brownish green. But, in the course of about a week, roughly two feet of snow blankets the ground. Because of the lack of trees out here in the middle of nowhere, winter is quite unpleasant most of the time. Cold, windy, icy, and painful are some of the most commonly used adjectives.

However, last night was a beautiful exception. Tiny snowflakes were gently falling to the ground. The air was still as the wind finally took a break. And the sky was fully clouded over, locking in the little bit of heat that was left on the earth. It was actually lovely to be outside.

I was walking back to dorm with a friend when he suddenly stopped. "Look." I looked out to the field where he was gesturing and it was all white, completely still, and awe inspiring. There was total silence. I took a deep breath in. Silence has never felt so good.

I fill up my life here at school with a lot of noise. I'm constantly going somewhere or doing something. I'm always listening to music or have my noise in a book. But why? Why can't I love the silence as much as I love the noise? Society and the media that I hope to work in someday does not value silence.

I want to learn what silence is and how to use it.