The Quiet Season

I’ve long enjoyed later autumn into the winter months.  A time for slowing down, it can be, along with a time of quiet.  It seems that with less light hours of the day, a sense of solitude exists as well.

Out on the trail, less people are on it.  Maybe it’s too chilly.  Or, perhaps, there a sense of burn out from the summer season’s activities.

up on martha’s

Less noise is where I am these days, being rewarded with small gifts.

fat roll
’tis the season

 

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