I read an article recently about how snow absorbs sound waves and while reading it transported me back to memories of snow in my childhood and the complete blankness of sound that existed. It was as if the snow had removed my senses because everywhere I looked I saw white, every surface I touched was cold, and the only sound I heard was myself.
Playing in the snow would always start out a noisy affair. Snowmen and their snowball wars would rise out of the childhood playfulness of my brother and me, but almost always these days of white nothing would end with me alone, in the snow, talking to myself.
I’ve always talked to myself. Growing up with no television in the house and tons of free time made the action a necessity for play, but as I’ve
Playing in the snow would always start out a noisy affair. Snowmen and their snowball wars would rise out of the childhood playfulness of my brother and me, but almost always these days of white nothing would end with me alone, in the snow, talking to myself.
I’ve always talked to myself. Growing up with no television in the house and tons of free time made the action a necessity for play, but as I’ve