Crackling of a fire,
Rain gently hitting the roof
crows calling distantly
leaves crunching underfoot
wind whistling through trees
spoons clinking against coffee cups
the eerie silence of snow falling
cracks of thunder on a seemingly endless night
snow crunching underfoot that is immediately muffled by itself, forgotten before existing
The unique and quietness between midnight and 6 a.m.
tires against gravel
squeaking of a door that has long since been open
gentle moan of an old matress
ticking of a clock
the crisp sound of a turned page
the zipping of coats
the laughter of schoolchildren
rustling of gifts being unwrapped
crickets chirping
a cat purring in your lap
the gentle whisper of a promised "I love you"
