"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Isn't it funny how snowfall silences everything Gwilym - even the birds.
I love the silence of falling snow. By the way, I can't answer your question about people looking younger .... I'm not old enough ;)!
Neat one, Gwilym.
Thanks Gordon. Snow is a kind of censorship. Information is hidden. Things fall silent. Beautiful though.
snow silences birds does it - must check that out next time it snows.
Hi Gerald, in my experience in the Vienna Woods it's very quiet when the snow is actually falling - before it snows the crows,when the sky begins to darken and wind the gets up, give a concert and sometimes a display of acrobatics - after the snowfall the songbirds burst forth. It may different in Hyde of course.
In a circle of fog I heard only the stream Of my thoughts
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