Inundated with snow, like it has apparently never happened before. Certainly not since we moved here. But there are stories of people crossing the frozen river on foot. Today there is a slight thaw and the river is flooding. The roads are slush and the skies are grey.
This morning long before sunrise I heard birdsong. A single voice, but there it was.
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For me, there is little that is scarier than a world without birdsong. They also fall silent before an eclipse.
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