Imbolc Settling Moon II
Black Mountain becomes obscured during a snow. That massif over 10,000 feet high disappears behind a fall of frozen water. Knowing it stands so close, so big, yet absent from its usual place on the horizon amplifies the silence. Even while following my yellow Cub Cadet snowblower up and down the driveway, its engine’s noisy violence preceding me, even then the quiet dominated. Now, finished, the driveway showing black against the white, snow continues to drift down, filling in behind the noise of the snowblower, sopping up the disturbance and returning the cushioned world.
Living on a mountain. In a small forest of lodgepole pine dusted by that great flour sifter. (Kate’s image) Lucky we live Shadow Mountain.
