Silent Night Music

SilentNightSnow.

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By the time we see something, we usually already know what we’re going to see and we’re only surprised if our eyes don’t perceive the expected sight.

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How do we know in advance what we’re going to see?

Often it is because our other senses have informed us, told our mind which has told our eyes, of what is to come.

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Weather is something we feel, taste, smell, hear in advance… before we see it.

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If there is a thunderstorm approaching, the hairs on our body may stand up to attention. We may feel weighted down by the humidity in the air. We may smell a freshness in the wind, blowing the scents which hail from places where the storm has already broken. and of course, we can hear it, the crack of lightning, the rumble of thunder… counting between the two to know how close or how far it is. Is it coming near or moving away?

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We are not always consciously aware of what our senses know…

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Snow… is silent, yet not so silent. It has a music, one which can be heard, felt, sensed, seen.

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It gets bitterly cold, then a sudden warmth… snow is falling, rustling, rain but not rain, brushing against surfaces. It sometimes hisses as it touches the ground.

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It seems silent because the cloud cover is dense and muffles other sounds, but its own music is loud and clear. Each snowflake is a note… a very special little note, part of a larger orchestra, a greater concert.

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There is something very exciting about snow at night… I tried to capture that moment, the first snow of Winter, the thrill of it falling, bright yet dark. Washing everything out, covering the blemishes in a blanket of pureness… a moment of pure joy. Here, now… not thinking about what will be in the morrow, not worrying about all the problems this may cause for you, others, the human way of life…

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I can’t remember if this snow was the one which came during the Winter when my water pipes froze for a couple of weeks and I lived on snow coffee…

Such is life…

What happens now, as dramatic as it may be and seems to us at the time…Β  drifts away and becomes a memory.

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A memory captured in an image which reminds our eyes of what all our senses experienced.

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14 thoughts on “Silent Night Music

    1. Thank you very much πŸ™‚

      Snow coffee tastes (not like chicken) like regular coffee there’s just a bit more of a ceremony to making it. Sort of yet not really at all similar to the Japanese Tea Ceremony. You can’t use the same snow as that used for filling the toilet cistern or washing dishes. The snow has to be collected fresh (for the best results) for every cup, from different areas, areas with less ‘nature bits’ added, then filtered after melting – filtering depends on level of sleepiness of the coffee maker (who sometimes just doesn’t care once they’ve spent a little too long outside in their slippers and sleepwear gathering the perfect type of snow for coffee). It makes the final product seem as though its taste is sublime, but it’s all in the mind… maybe πŸ˜‰

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    1. Thank you πŸ™‚

      The pipes being frozen… added a certain depth to the poetry of the season (it’s not something I’d choose to experience either, but sometimes what we wouldn’t choose is exactly what we need). It wasn’t as bad as I would have imagined it to be before I experienced it… it could have been worse, and was a reminder of what our ancestors lived through… now I know why we’re considered as ‘having it easy’ by those who’ve lived through tougher times, even when it isn’t easy to me.

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  1. You are able to find poetry in the snow falling and its magic painting while your pipes were getting frozen..What a stoical aesthete!

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    1. Thank you πŸ™‚

      I’d almost forgotten about the frozen pipes! It was a couple of years ago. And was a novel experience. My stoicism is more about… if I can imagine things being worse than they are, then things aren’t as awful as I think they are. I may not have had running water then, but at least I had the ability to keep the house warm (and melt snow for water… even though the Water Company advised against doing that)… therefore it’s not the worst case scenario, and therefore it’s just a small inconvenience compared to a much worse case scenario.

      Strangely enough, when the pipes defrosted… I was a bit sad about it. Humans… sigh! πŸ˜‰

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  2. This piece is beautifully written. I can relate to every single word about the rain or snow, it’s my favorite moments duri the whole year. Have a fabulous wintertime. πŸ™‚

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