It was the first snowfall after we first moved
back home from Florida.
It was evening....one of those gentle magical snowfalls
with no wind.
The silence of the night, the velvety blackness of the sky
out of which the snowflakes appeared to emerge,
and the almost imperceptible sound of snowflakes dancing...
I stood there for the longest time, mouth wide open so as to
catch as many as I could, revelling in the beauty of the moment.
That is my favorite sonic memory.
How about yours?
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