A Year of Listening, Week 7

Winter solitude
In a world of one color
The sound of wind.
–Basho

This recalls winter on the farm as a child, hiking the pasture alone.
I am grateful for the memory, and the listening it taught me.
This week’s hours of moving snow to create a way to the road were solitary but not so poetic.

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