What I hear when it's cold
It's quiet in the dead of winter. The sound of wind is gently blowing through the pine tree adjacent from the bus stop.
I forgot how awesome this sounds
I wish I heard this more often.
I'll slow down tomorrow, look around hear what I am missing.
8:34am, Steveston,-Richmond BC, November 22, 2010.
Erich J. Harvey
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