SILENT SHADOWS

I arrived home late in the evening after an especially tumultuous day. About midnight after musing over a glass of scotch in front of the fireplace, decision time came, retire or not. For unknown reasons, I decided in favor of a walk. I made my way down the steep hill to a path through the woods formed by the small frozen river. The smell and feel of fresh cold air on my face added to the magic of the scotch. I slowly and mindlessly meandered down this path; if you don’t know where you are going you might end up someplace else.

The clear cold air made the moonlight brighter and seemingly brought the full moon closer, which seemed to exist for me. Snow too fresh to have been disturbed by animal tracks glimmered in the moonlight. The tall dark perpendicular trunks of trees cast short horizontal shadows across the white snow.  No longer moving, I stood open mouthed in awe of what was around me—nature. Such silence could not be more complete or pure. Trees casting shadows in the moonlight makes no sound.

Since that first time I have experienced rare and fleeting moments with my wife; beautiful moments when shadows to numerous to count are silently cast but make no sound. We cannot create such moments; they just have to happen. 

    

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