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.