Hollow Silence

Has thou stepped in a warm pool in the midst of a snow storm? Have ye felt the damp steam, sitting heavily, on the water, as snowflakes, sizzle above your head. Can thou smell that crisp, musty scent of wet moss clinging to the air, or hear the rustlingclatter of the leafless tree branches blowing in the wind, and that ghastly whistle, as snow swirls about you within the warm fog that encompases you? That ominious, echoing call of an owl, bouncing off the snowbanks, through the barren trees, can send a shiver deep within you when it peirces the hollow silence