buffcleb
Still Winter Night
Walking back to my cabin after supper along the path, over the stream, I stopped. It was dark but the filtered moonlight through the wispy clouds gave just enough illumination.
Listening. I heard nothing. It is windless night, cold, ground blanketed with fresh powder.
Still stopped, frozen in place, I glanced around. Searching the forest I saw nothing.
For a brief moment not a car moving, not a plane overhead, not an animal moving. I was alone in the silence.
Those moments are rare.
Still Winter Night
Walking back to my cabin after supper along the path, over the stream, I stopped. It was dark but the filtered moonlight through the wispy clouds gave just enough illumination.
Listening. I heard nothing. It is windless night, cold, ground blanketed with fresh powder.
Still stopped, frozen in place, I glanced around. Searching the forest I saw nothing.
For a brief moment not a car moving, not a plane overhead, not an animal moving. I was alone in the silence.
Those moments are rare.