Now, more than ever, we need the comfort of quiet places. I stood here and listened to the silence, marvelling at the perfect white that nestled in every swoop of the land. Sometimes it feels as if the world is going quite mad, and it helps to remember how reassuringly brief and small we all are.
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However poor the yard,
Lest weary people visit you
And find their passage barred;
Unlatch the door at midnight
And let your lantern's glow
Shine out to guide the traveler's feet
To you across the snow.
—Joyce Kilmer
even quieter ❄️❄️❄️⛄