On days like this, the highlands are so still and hushed that one can hear snow falling among the bare trees, spiraling effortlessly down and coming to rest on barn roofs and old rail fences. Now and then turkeys call, or one hears the muffled footfalls of deer, but that is all.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
The Sound of Snow
On days like this, the highlands are so still and hushed that one can hear snow falling among the bare trees, spiraling effortlessly down and coming to rest on barn roofs and old rail fences. Now and then turkeys call, or one hears the muffled footfalls of deer, but that is all.
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Beautiful. I remember hearing that gentle hush of falling snow in the woods. So peaceful.
lovely to imagine and to read.
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