Largoing My Way Through Winter

Walking through this morning’s six inches of fresh (and falling) powder, I was reminded once again of the main reason why I, flying in the face of my 25+ years of SoCal residency, have come to so dearly love the Wyoming winters.

I’ve never heard anything so quiet.

For someone who was O-for-Snow during their childhood and the first decade or so of their adult life, the extraordinary muffling of a mid-winter snowfall had to be experienced to be believed. Once it had happened, though, I knew I was hooked. The audible hustle-and-bustle of everyday life — even life in a small town such as mine — is so omnipresent that it becomes hard to hear. But it’s there none the less, rumbling along just below my consciousness; a never-ending soundtrack that I can’t escape.

And then the snow comes, and the entire world whispers “Hush.” There’s nothing quite like it.

Walking through the silencing snow — my boots barely crunching through the crust that lies just beneath the surface — brings with it a peace and a calmness that prepares me for the struggles of the office (or helps to strip me of those struggles as I return home to my family). It slows my racing mind (and sometimes, heart). And it makes me listen instead of hear.

It’s the reason that Winter is fast becoming my favorite season.

Admittedly, the frozen beard’s a big draw; but that’s mostly because the boys think it’s cool. A few nights ago, mere moments after the door had closed behind me, Sean was breathlessly breaking the news: “Papa! Your hair has turned white!”

Don’t worry, Sean. That’ll happen soon enough. In the meantime, a bit of Wintery Peace to keep the noisy world at bay.

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About Joseph Susanka

Joseph has been doing development work for institutions of Catholic higher education since graduating from Thomas Aquinas College in 1999. A grateful resident of Wyoming, he spends his free time exploring the beautiful Wind River Mountains, keeping track of his (currently) seven sons, being amazed by his (currently) lone daughter, and thanking his lucky stars for Netflix.

  • Rich King

    Very nice! The music was great, although I think my favorite part was how you evoked memories of quiet, crunching walks.

  • http://www.patheos.com/blogs/happycatholicbookshelf/ Julie D.

    Thank you for that. I love the way snow hushes everything and you brought it back to me. :-)


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