Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Great Pause

It's almost December, trees are bare. Paths that seemed endless in summer green are exposed when winter comes. The community forest is not the leading edge of a wilderness; it is a parcel of land that didn't perk.

But that's not all. It is also is a landscape stripped to its essence. I take out my earphones and listen. I can almost hear the silence. The great pause. A momentary intake of breath before the hard exhale.

The fields are empty; the nights are long. Early winter is peaceful, muted. It asks nothing of us now.

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