Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Silence of ice

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When the world is frozen in the perpetual shadow of winter, it's amazing how silent things become. In a rainforest laden with every shade of green, it's easy to imagine how such a place would be a constant cacophony of sounds — drip, drip, dripping of water as it plops off of leaves, cascades down rivulets as it gains speed, bulk and momentum until it's flowing into a small stream along the trail.
I find it's not until all this is frozen into various states of crystaline sculptures, that the silence becomes so prevalent, I feel I'm walking alone no longer.
In a lazy weekend filled with good food, decent weather and lots of lazing around, our Thanksgiving weekend could be classified as "uneventful," but looking back it seems we wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

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