Winter, Farm
It's quiet when you go outside. Ambient noise sometimes comes from wind blowing but without it you can pause and actually hear the silence.
The fields are empty; the farms around encompass open spaces.
I've never known the wonder of the Evergreen tree until this winter. At a time when their deciduous cousins have shed their leaves and assumed the stark aesthetic of winter, Evergreens are true to their name, one which I now understand physically. They provide shelter, not only to the small birds that nestle in the cover of their branches, but to the farm as wind blows relentlessly during winter.
4:12:59 PM 
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