itās 4 am, thereās snow completely blanketing the streets of my neighbourhood, untouched by the footsteps of passersby or incoming cars.
itās serenely quiet.
on a summer night, that kind of silence would likely startle me, but the snow brightens the night and makes the stillness feel welcoming. itās a pleasant solitude rather than pure loneliness. iām watching the flakes fall and melt as they touch the window pane of my room. itās warm in here, but if you hover your hand close enough to the glass, you can feel the chill kiss your palm.
i know i should be asleep, but thereās a sense of peacefulness i only seem to get in these early morning hours that escapes me when the whole world is awake. iāve been listening to this song on loop for the past half hour and itās comforting to hear it in this cold weather.