After two days of prairie blizzard conditions with freezing rain, blowing snow, and extremely high winds, the quiet is most welcome.

Whether the down time was taken by choice or not, it always feels good to get outside again for a brisk hour long walk in the morning air.

“Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow