No Words

We had been chatting, mostly about work, during most of the walk that night until we came to a large clearing. We turned off our lights and stood in the dark for a few moments, listening to the snow laying on the fields, the trees standing in the distance, the clouds above.

We listened to see if we could hear anything, which is different from listening to understand what someone is saying. Peace and quiet are words that feel much different when you hear them directly.