It is very quiet this morning. Single noises can be heard now. A motorcycle on the highway in the distance accelerates. A squeaky storm door opens slightly and closes, sounded like a cat. A gentle breeze making the metal clang on a wind decoration chimes in. Footsteps in the crunchy snow can be heard in a driveway getting louder…it is my shorts wearing neighbour putting out his weekly receptacles.
They question whether or not a tree would make a sound if felled in a forest and no one is around. You can be standing in front of that tree and only if you are receptive to the sounds around you would you hear it. Listen to what the Earth is telling you.
On my porch with a coffee… the light snow has started again overnight. The graceful decent of the fluffy flakes in the streetlamps is mesmerizing. All gathering on the ground in some cosmic order. Like puzzle pieces fitting together to make a winter scene. It doesn’t make a sound during it’s fall or even when it lands. At least, it is not quiet enough where I live to hear such a passive sound. You are usually well aware when it is raining but now snow. This is why we wake up in the morning to look outside and find 4 inches of snow on the ground wondering When did THIS happen? It is all very beautiful but at the back of your mind, most of us have to clear a few thousand puzzle pieces off of our cars before driving off to work. Hopefully the puzzle is not a slippery one.
Aaaahhhh, sleeping in in a Sunday. Traditionally because of some amazing Saturday night but apparently I was just fatigued from the week. 10am looks a lot different than 7:30am and with much more action. The village has awoken.
A squirrel has temporarily joined me on the porch with what looks like a croissant that used to be IN my house. He is seeking refuge from the gas powered snow blower the retiree is using… doing laps on the driveway and part of the road it seems. I enjoy a good quiet shovelling but that machine sounds like a wood chipper! It is still lightly snowing, very fluffy flakes. You can almost make out the different shapes of each one. So gentle, if you closed your eyes you wouldn’t know it was snowing. A sharp contrast to the gasoline fed combination walker/thrower that just went by. I must get up earlier. The sun is showing itself despite the snow clouds, the circle t steeple is bright silver. I feel like I have missed out on part of the day without having the previous night to flaunt.
I have the best seat for this show.
It is dark. It is a low fog. Streetlamps and Christmas lights are the only source of light outside. The rain and warmer air is busy melting the snow that has stayed on the ground for a few days now. You get used to it and call it winter. You also assume that you probably won’t see grass again until March. During my childhood in Niagara, a green Christmas was rare and can’t remember one specifically. As an adult, I remember more green ones than white. It could go either way this year again. One of my closest neighbours is out on his front porch too. He has brought the dogs outside for their business while he relaxes and burns a cigarette. They are loyal dogs and easily pop back inside the house when he is finished his nicotine. The falling rain and snow melting are dripping on multi surfaces from a variety of heights . They make a wide range of noises and patterns creating a symphony of water drops. It is enough to put someone to sleep. Behind me is the constant low industrial hum of a laker moving through the lock of the canal. The birds have joined the celebration of music by adding their own chatter all around. It now sounds like an orchestra warming up. I have the best seat for this show.