Peaceful Tuesday Morning
I've awoken to a glorious and peaceful winter morning. We've been getting squalls of lake effect snow for the past several hours and there is a fresh powdery dusting blanketing the landscape, and muffling the sounds of this small town coming to life for the day. The wind is light and variable, tossing the snow flakes about in the air like they were tiny buzzing insects. Yet the wind is making no sound. The dusting on the branches of the trees hold them still, and hushed. Piercing the quiet is the jolly song of a cardinal, and the occasional squawk of a crow. Standing very still for a few moments and listening a bit deeper, one notices a faint and distant hum. Two miles west the Great Lake is crashing upon the icy shoreline with a gurgling roar, yet up here beyond the dunes and river it can be noticed only as the white noise of a running faucet.