Buddy! What I wouldn't give to be able to sit on that old fallen log on Jimmy's Hook up in Partridge Flats near the beaver pond right now. Cold and still and silent. Nare a strip of wind. I remember sitting there, listening to Mother Earth bump and grind. You could hear and sometimes feels the thumps and bumps from far far away. And, everything would get silent an hour before dark. Deafening silence. So much so that I sometimes gently snapped my fingers near my ears just to check if I could still hear... you know... to break that odd 'noise' that you hear when ALL is silent.

And then, the rustle of leaves. Birds might be walking, scratching, munching poplar leaves, lifting to bud in the trees just before dark... all was right with my world. I was at peace.