We're having our first snow of the year today. Walking around the city, you can just feel the extra spring in everyone's step.

I love the familiar quiet that comes with snow. Landing so effortlessly and beautifully. Its presence is felt. There is no need to make a big production about it.

Getting philosophical here—there's something profound about that.

So much of our time is spent making sure we're heard and seen by others. Shouting, waving arms, jumping up and down. Maybe we have it all wrong.

What about instead if, like the snow, we knew our presence would be felt without saying a word. We would be acknowledged and appreciated for what we bring. What if we could change how people see what's around them, just by us being here.

What if all of that is already true and we just need to recognize that it's happening?