Not far from where I live is a small park. Making time to walk in nature quiets my mind, but that day it was cold and very windy and I almost thought of going back home till I remembered the geography of this place.

There is a section that is like a deep bowl. A limestone bluff and the creek form one side...

and if I walk eighty paces or so, a steep tree covered hillside is on the other side.

This is where  the wind stopped and the quiet began.

 A hole in the ice covered creek, the water still moving.

wonderful patterns of snow paint images on the bluff.

so quiet it was, but for the

 the sound of the Nuthatch.