When Pk and I leave the house at 6:50 am every day, our street is fairly quiet. The neighbor across the street is often leaving or has just left. Otherwise there's not much movement. Sometimes there are high school kids walking by but not too often. When there is snow falling, it is almost silent. Hear your own heartbeat silent. The snow muffles everything and it feels wrong to talk and break the silence. I love that. You can hear the snowflakes hitting the ground (they make a swisss noise).
Here's a shot of Locust Street in downtown Philadelphia. The building on the right is an assisted living apartment building. There's a old man who lives there that I often see on my way home. He calls me his girlfriend. My coworkers think this is funny. As I was walking down the street (my train lets me off about a block and a half from my building), I could see some sunshine behind the clouds so I know when I leave today, most of this will be gone. Just a small bright spot in an otherwise ordinary January morning.