Minnesota winters at night were so quiet and still.

The blanket of white even muted the colors in the landscape.

If my mind became chaotic I would sit outside in the dark and the silence of it all soothed me.

The trees and leaves were frozen and still and made no rustling.

The critters and bugs had died or settled into their hibernation slumber.

Birds went south so there wasn’t a chirp or wing flapping for hundreds of miles.

Cold silence.

Complete silence.

It was like living on the moon.

Everything was sparkling.

I loved watching the dryer vent outside of the house. 

As soon as the warm moist air entered in to the cold it crystalized.

It looked like glitter.  Sparkling air flowing out.

It was beautiful.

I don’t understand how people can be gloomy and grumpy about a cold winter.

It’s one of the most beautiful things on this Earth.