I was in Minnesota over Christmas and just as we were settling down to unwrap gifts winter arrived. While my family ate lunch I headed out for a walk in the woods where the snow hitting the trees created a simultaneous cocoon and unceasing echo chamber. I was in heaven.
The creek had only one place where water was flowing, a steady trickle of a dozen feet or so that vanished underneath the ice:
The next day 4" of snow covered the prairie -- the grasses created this lovely effect: