Quite nestles in during early morning hours before landscape awakens. The cold air and falling snow softens sound. This morning is one of those mornings when you feel alone and special walking to the barn in crisp hushed light. Even the sound of boots moving through snow is swallowed by the morning air. The animals have little notion of doing much with snow just outside the barn, so entering the barn is silent. In silence, snow blesses landscape.
© David B. Bell 2010