Saturday, June 27, 2015

Winter Comes

This morning there is not one twinkling star to see, even though I am up very early, as there is a blanket of clouds and the soft fall of snow continues. Today, winter comes.

The quiet stillness is soothing. The sound of the snow plow breaks the silence a little, somewhere off in the distance, even at this hour, in the dark, and then the silence returns to enfold me.

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