I especially like to walk among the sleeping trees in the half-lit silence of winter dawns. The trail I follow winds and twists, new patches of mixed woodland appearing at every turn.
That morning, I reached a point where the path turns sharply left to follow a small ravine. In spring, ephemeral ponds—lively with salamanders, loud with frogs—form in the creases of the forest there. But in frozen winter, I expected nothing beyond silence and wind.P. Monaghan
Just north of the city the countryside becomes so wild in parts, it’s hard to believe civilization is a few miles away…in winter the silence is palpable..Toronto, Ontario, Canada..
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper