Living under the roof means that snow has a sound.
I can hear its soft, rustling whisper as it falls on my skylights. As it happens, it's the only sound I can hear right now. Outside all is muffled, still. For the moment, there are no cars, no voices. Just silence. And in here it's silent anyway. Except for the typing sounds of my keboard. And in a minute or so, Santo, my fridge, will come to life for a little while and purr his monotonous song. I guess I better go shopping to allay his hunger...
Wear my new hat, get my new boots on...
I can hear its soft, rustling whisper as it falls on my skylights. As it happens, it's the only sound I can hear right now. Outside all is muffled, still. For the moment, there are no cars, no voices. Just silence. And in here it's silent anyway. Except for the typing sounds of my keboard. And in a minute or so, Santo, my fridge, will come to life for a little while and purr his monotonous song. I guess I better go shopping to allay his hunger...
Wear my new hat, get my new boots on...
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