|The barn at the turn of the year.|
No wind in the weeds that will be this year's garden. No rain falling. No frogs, no insects, no traffic on Westfield Road. Nothing. I was a little dumbfounded. How many times do we really hear nothing? It didn't last long, as the dogs started running back through the brittle grass to head inside and have their breakfast... but it was a beautiful moment.
When we first moved here, we were mesmerized by the sounds: although we didn't always here man-made sounds, the silent was anything but quiet; it was alive. Now that winter has set in, there are quiet moments. Truly still moments without wind, without traffic, without animal steps. And they are breath-taking. At times, especially at night, I feel as if I'm on top of the world (if the world's peak elevation were 599 feet!), especially when surrounded by these low fields huddling beneath a sky full of stars.