I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place.I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace. Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall.Maybe the breeze as it gently teases the trees so tall. Then the silence breaks, as a squirrel sounds his alert.I smile, as I trod, in their space, wishing none to hurt. The tracks below belong to the animals living here.There's proof of Continue Reading...