December 13, 2011
One good thing about frozen fog mornings in December is the sound. The sound of quite frozen fog mornings is unlike anything else. Unlike mornings of snow-covered landscape that encases movement and sound, frozen air allows the wheatgrass to move with the slightest of breeze. The grasses dampened rustle plays with the conversation of two chirping birds which mingles with crunching frozen grass below each boot step. Frozen fog, a natural symphony of sorts.
© David B. Bell 2011