Snow

Through the stillness of the falling snow the song of the wind joins the song of the river as it burbles and gushes its way down the hillside. I relish this early morning quiet; not a car passing on the road. But our world cannot rest much in silence… we must be about the business of the day. Shattering the quiet reverie come sounds of winter as the snow plows work to open the road. Once again people begin their rush to and fro picking up the cares and chores of the day.