The Long Nights in the Lower 48

In the winter, there's a silence like nowhere else I would suspect on earth. You can hear a tarmigan practically a mile away pecking at a willow but it's just so frozen. And there's no bugs, you forget there's even an insect in the world and barely any birds. The sun is just below the horizon for many hours. It seems like we just have a short twilight. Beautiful sky, pastel blues and oranges and greens. Really beautiful winter light that stretches on and on.