Every once in a while I have to tear myself away from the screen and step out on the porch for a breath of fresh air.
It's ten o'clock on a Sunday night, and there is absolute silence. The air is still, there are no wind sounds. The winds are always beautiful but often overpower everything else.
A far away dog barking breaks the silence, barely. Even farther away, a coyote clan answers back.
Then there's a cracking of the ice sheet from across the way. Sounds a lot like a gunshot, but has a tone of its own.
Other than that, no traffic sounds, no planes in the sky...
Of all the things city folks never hear anymore, silence is the most precious.
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