Yesterday Tasha and I went for our walk.
The day was cold, near zero, but in the sun it was still warm, crisp on my face.
I am so appreciative that I can walk out my door, climb a hill, and be surrounded by beauty in all directions.
Tasha and I reached the top of the hill and just soaked in the view.
And you know what I heard in the cold?
Nothing. Not one thing.
Not a bird. Not a car. Not a jet. Not a sound.
Remarkable. And ironically, the silence filled me up.
Moments later, a jet passed in the sky. Chickadees tweeted. And Tasha’s feet started squeaking on the cold winter floor.
Those moments of pure silence are rare, but worth pursuing.