The pictures posted below have been shared on here before but there is something about them that always touches a deep vein of sentiment for me. It is something about the intangible qualities of winter silence, the utter hush that lays upon the land, the sound of nothing but the natural world. It is haunting to a degree to be in such quite that you can here every breath, every heartbeat, the crunch of frozen ground from an animal far away, the whisper of the wind. There is a loneliness about the land which has gone to rest for the long winter, the lifelessness and stillness all around.
Yet, these are the very reasons I feel nostalgia creeping up through my bones when I look at these photographs. I remember the feeling of standing, of hearing nothing, of being still and watching the snow drift down all around. The beautiful sight of the quite world slowly taking on inch after inch of snow, the slight bend out of the young pines with the new weight, the lone chickadee stopping for but a moment, being in a world untouched by time or culture. How refreshing to simply stand still and watch the natural rhythms of life unfold.
In that moment all seemed right and as it should be. And so I am always reminded of the importance such moments of solitude and silence play in my life, and how essential they are to my mental and spiritual health. Not to mention the time of introspection that is necessary to work through and wrestle with many of life’s unknowns. Thus I echo a similar sentiment to John Muir when he wrote “for going out, I found, was really going in”.