The wind from the lake whips and wooshes around the corner of my house. Hurricanes from Louisiana days flash through my mind, but there is no pitter patter of raindrops. The squish squish of my boots squeak through the snow drowning out the silence of the snowfall. My heart beats with the effort of shoveling snow, and my breath roars into my ears through the muffling of my scarf. I hold my breath and stand still. Listen to the silence.
Engines roar from snowplows as they scrape scrape the snow from the road. Beep beep in reverse. Clang goes the plow against the pavement. Grrrrrrrr clang clang … the engine roars and wakes me from the church parking lot at 4 AM. A snowblower growls and gobbles snow from the sidewalk as it spits a flume of snow behind it. A snow shovel clacks and scrapes on the driveway. Plop goes the snow in a pile. Groan goes my back. Drip drip melt the icicles into a frozen puddle on the ground.
Ducks call from the frozen lake in the monotone landscape. My noisy squish squish approach spooks them. Splash …. they fly away. The frozen trees groan and crackle in the wind. Is that a voice I hear? I stop to listen. It sounds like a far off message that I can’t quite understand. No, it’s just the creaking of the trees. Crackle crackle one says. Ehhhheewwww says another. Squish squish my boots answer as I walk on. The wind roars across the moonscape whipping snow and cold across my skin. Brrrrrr…... my breath heaves warmly into my scarf and comforts my cheeks. Shhhhh…. be still. There is silence.
The Big Sable River gurgles and flows under the ice. Waves crash on the Lake Michigan shore. A bald eagle soars overhead. “Listen,” he begs me. “Be still,” he implores and flies away. I listen. I hold my breath. The sound of winter is silence. If only we’d stop long enough to hear.
Photos are from Ludington State Park today!