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.


Suzanne said...

Beautiful. I remember hearing that gentle hush of falling snow in the woods. So peaceful.

Sky said...

lovely to imagine and to read.