Listen for the crisp sound of flurried snowflakes. As I hear the peaceful sound of snow falling on snow, my soul slowly softens. -- Robert J. Wicks, Snow Falling on Snow (2001) The wispy sound of glittering snowflakes gently falling to earth -- one unicorn listener likens it to "the whisper of angel wings." That faint sound is subtle but by no means imperceptible. The key is to distinguish it from total silence. Barbara Wright explains: "the lovely sound of snowfall" is "no sound at all, really, but neither [is] it silence" (Plain Language, 2003). Sandra Meek agrees, but adds an intriguing qualifier: "No sound for snow, no definition of ice. The unsaid among shuttered wings" (Nomadic Foundations, 2002). Without question, unsaid utterances can resound in the silence between two beings. Perhaps they are unspeakable. Perhaps they are ineffable. In any case, they spiral, grow, and ring in our ears. As Mary Summer Rain has noted, deep silence intensifies the sound of falling snow (Soul Sounds, 1992).