I love standing in the middle of a forest when snow falls, listening as it alights on trees, and dead leaves. It's almost as if you can hear the air turning crystalline. Maybe humans can't hear this; I wouldn't know.
It's harder now to find the silence. Sandwiched between Baltimore and Washington as we are, the traffic and industrial plants have made it nearly impossible. I miss the times when we could travel a mile and be completely isolated. Now I feel there is no distance I could go to find solitude.
Last night I settled for sitting in the woods behind the house, letting the snow collect in my hands, watching it melt. The snowfall was brief, but as the first snow of the season, still something to be cher
Gabriel, I see you reading over my shoul
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I feel the same way about not having any solitude sometimes... Where I am from there used to be miles and miles of wooded forests all around... now there are just more and more houses everywhere... so much for finding a peacful place to appreciate nature
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