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.