It’s loudest in the fall. Without the leaves and the snow you can hear clear to the road. With this first snow, I’m walking my walk, the same one I’ve done every day for almost a year, and I can’t hear anything.

I daydream pretty often about having a place at the end of a dead end road where I can’t hear anything or anyone, or at least I can’t see them, or at least I can’t see me. But this quiet I think is the main thing I’d like.

I have hope of building a big wall, because I don’t think I mind hearing people as much when they can’t see me. Feels like my own secret world, and I like that.

I wrote that on my way down to the trail, on the trail you could hear the road real good, snow or not. That’s a bit of a drag, I suppose. But I don’t live on the trail, I live up  the hill, and I can’t hear much up here.