A windless morning, clear and crisp, our tent is still in the grasp of silence. Nothing is moving until I turn in my sleeping bag, and as it slips against the pad, compressing the snow in a cacophony, it breaks the noiseless void of an early winter morning.
In winter silence you can hear the gentle sound of snow falling, you can hear the footfalls of mice and the sighing of snow as it settles with cold.
As we break camp our movements have broken the spell of silence and a wind has started to sway with the firs.
crossing our path
a nocturnal hunter —
wolverine tracks
Today we ponder silence with Frank in Haibun Monday at dVerse. I went back to my photos from my long treck. During the early part of our journey we could experience silence, before some of the noisier birds started to make sounds (for instance the grouses in April).
April 27, 2026
Björn Rudbergs writings 
“In winter silence you can hear . . . .” What a mysteriously beautiful paradox!
The small sounds just grows.
You experienced a special kind of silence in the snow, Björn, especially when snow was falling, and the footfall of mice and wolverine tracks all contribute to an amazing experience. If I didn’t have snow phobia, I’d be envious. I love the photo!
It was in the beginning back in early March. Later it was so much warmer and noisy
But nice noisy…