A white day full of muffled sounds. Almost everything a whisper.
The snow is still falling and the sky is the same strange yellow as last night. Perfect symmetry 12 hours later. It has been a night and day of quiet observation. An occasional muffled voice heard with the crunch of boots on newly fallen snow. It is a joy to be so quiet on the inside too.
These are the moments that inform the drawings I am currently making. Four currently on the wall and four prepped to go.