December 13, 2022 - “In the heart of the hushed hour” by Elizabeth Lerman

The cold is changing and it takes a turn every time, a week when the air feels sharper and the wind starts slicing, and there is a certain type of quiet that wraps itself around real winter, during the stretch of season when snow is waiting to fall – the silence tends to start slow, takes a while to settle down and spread out, but when it does, nighttime does not stand a chance and now, in the backyard, it sounds like the evening is echoing into itself and here, in the heart of the hushed hour, it is hard not to hear myself think.