What's that sound?

Awoke this morning to a strange sound outside. It was sort of a combined hiss, roar, rumble, whisper and sigh... Hey! The ice is gone! It had been candled for a while and more and more cracks had appeared daily which moved back and forth depending on the breeze. Today there is a brisk wind blowing in off the water and all the ice that had been in front of our house is gone except for a few small chunks along the shoreline.

Although it's nice to hear the waves again I know I'm going to miss the morning silence while I'm out on the deck with my coffee. I enjoy it when there isn't a sound except for the birds and the trees talking to each other, perhaps a crackle as some small animal moves through the woods. For me that's the time to contemplate and ponder... think and plan... reflect and wonder. I like the morning dawn, can you tell?

Dead Silence...

Up before dawn, waiting for the first birds to come into the feeder, smelling the coffee dripping, no stars today, too cloudy at the moment, cleaning the dusting of snow from the deck and driveway, not a sound but for an occasional tinkle of ice moving on the lake. There’s the first bird call now, and a partridge pecking at buds and branches, the glint of sun waking over the lake horizon, first coffee with cinnamon toast, maybe a little Nessum Dorma to start the brain juices flowing…


It’s going to be a great day, don’t you think?