There is also uncommon silence. And a feeling of solitude.
May Sarton says,
"There is a wilder solitude in winter
Where every sense is pricked alive and keen."
Snow covered sage whispers "shhh."
This Epiphany journey has been on the quiet side. Just what I was seeking. Days filled with unhurried tasks and activities. Hours spent lolling in front of the fire. Reading, crafting, enjoying a meal.
A body and soul healing massage.
And quiet drives through the countryside covered in snow, skies solemn gray or bright blue.
All covered in a sense of quiet.
Except for the laughter. Rich beyond words. And so it is, beyond words. Simply outrageous joy.
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