An absolute appreciation for nature.
This is what you do to wait out the snow.
We walked the Congress Trail developing kinks in our necks and icy tounges from mouths agape.
Every so often we would stop and listen to the sounds of the trees. We would have to hold our breath because the sound of our own breathing interfered with the silence. The occasional crack of a branch falling, a clump of snow falling from a tree or a whistle of a bird echoed all around us leaving us unable to determine the direction it came from.