Listening To Snowfall

At night you hear the falling where the air parts to whisper its apologies. Only after the snow has touched an eve or ledge do you hear the settling; hollow sounds speaking between uncountable flakes as they collide together creating muted earthquakes just below the stillness. Then perhaps you may become aware of the bushy or hairless tails of ice-scuffling foragers; the patter of padding paws or claws. If asked, you’d swear the sky was crunching the surface of dark waters but it’s just the sound of a colorless gravity walking.