Little House in the Big Woods

When I was little, I loved reading Laura Ingalls Wilder's Little House books. In fact, I loved reading pioneer narratives in general. Another favorite of mine were the American Girl Kirsten books. I also liked reading Dear America.

In any case, I thought that I would revisit my obsession today. I began reading this book.

"At night, when Laura lay awak in the trundle bed, she listened and could not hear anything at all but the sound of the trees whispering together." (3)

This sentence is astounding to me. I wonder what nothing would sound like. In a world where technology is constantly buzzing in our ears, I wonder what this kind of silence would sound like to us. Would it be relieving? Uncomfortable? Terrifying?