I was contemplating a universal law of nature. It feels like a brilliant metaphor for something but it’s probably just common knowledge.
Cold winter nights are very quiet. The first thing that you notice on a cold night is the stillness. It’s so quiet that you can hear the earth resting.
Hot summer nights are very loud. There are so many sounds. You can hear everything vibrating in the heat.
P.S. As a performer, I love the energy of a summer night. As an artist, I love the peace of a winter evening.