” True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. ”
William Penn
Silence is one of those commodities that seems to be taken for granted all too often. I find it to be the one thing I crave above all else while I’m training students. It is very hard to describe, and perhaps even harder to understand at times. The simple presence of another individual within my little sphere of existence can be a screaming cacophony of NOISE. Even if nary a word is ever spoken.
There are times when I am secluded on a never ending road to absolutely nothing, like the Salt Flats west of Salt Lake City. I feel crowded with raucous discourse . The totality of my silent prison is nearly deafening. The simple knowledge that I am locked into this little space I call home with another person is an ardent asault on my solitude. It feels like a most intrusive invasion of basic privacy.
That’s quiet and then some. Nothing is quieter than being in the snow. It just muffles the entire area.
Have a terrific day.
I do love the first of a good snow storm. They it lays a soft pure blanket of silence and serenity over everything.
After almost 3 million miles behind the wheel of my rig I know this feeling all to well.
That’s some impressive miles. I’m barely a quarter of the way there, and long to roll the rest in peaceful, quiet solitude
Best of luck to you I started as a young girl who was driven to stay on the road till a bus rear-ended me in my own personal van
Now jewelry and photography and dog and boyfriend try to fill my days and heart I miss my rig so much most people do not understand 
I don’t think I’ve ever experienced true silence. But when I get up into the mountains high and far enough not to hear any residual bit of “civilization” I love the depth and subtlety of the small sounds of nature.
Wow, I’m speechless. I’m glad I wasn’t the intruder.