We have just two patches of snow left in the front yard, remnants of the snow ramps my kids built. And when I went to bed last night, temperatures were in the 50s, so I left the window bedroom open. I love getting fresh air at night. It was so quiet that I could hear the wind chimes on the front porch.
But then I woke up at 4 am to the loveliest noise you can hear in this part of the country: the spring peepers. I am listening to their music now, pouring though the front window. The silence of the winter is over.