The deafening silence that accompanies a snowfall never ceases to surprise me. I feel privileged when I take an early morning walk through the deserted gardens scattered around my city, just after the last few snowflakes have fallen. I can’t help but wonder why the city takes so long to wake up on days like this. Passers-by walk the streets in silence, and the practically inaudible crunch of my feet on the soft, white snow jars the almost mystical aura of peace. At that moment I’m reminded of Saint John of the Cross, who prayed and rested here, and I totally understand his need for silence. Snow absorbs noise and invites a sense of calm, reflection, and inner peace. Today he would have been happy, just as I am now.