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