No pics this time, just thought I’d give you an audio of mid-winter in Vermont.
It’s cold again. An arctic blast has pushed down from Canada into my mountains, driving everyone indoors. But if you were to venture outside, this is what you’d hear…
The snap of wood shrinking; a deafening rapport that sends shivers down your spine.
The crunch of snow underfoot. Under the onslaught of these temperatures, light powder is transformed into sharp crystals that protest when you walk.
The clicking of branches overhead as a breeze sends frozen limbs crashing against each other. It just sounds cold.
The whir-whir-whirring as the car engine protests, then a low chugging as it gives in and starts.
Your breath, as you try not to inhale too deeply.
Your cough when you do.
And when you finally venture down the mountain road and hurry, feet crunching over the snow, breath catching in great gasps into the local corner market, you’ll hear voices, all saying the same thing…
“Brrrr- it’s wicked cold out theyah…”
Stay warm my friends,