Winter's Teasing Silence

As I sit here looking out into the cold, all motion except the flow of sight seem to be frozen still; even the wind appears to have blown into a rest stop. All sounds— the adversaries of silence— seem to have gone into retreat; leaving an eerie void in nature’s cold. Suddenly, the wind is frightened awake! nature’s mood of death is no more; as motions begin to tailgate the scene.