Each foot vanishes in newly fallen snow only to reappear as I exchange left for right.
Nothing stirs. Birds and squirrels normally scampering and chirping on the edges of my walk, have disappeared.
Swinging arms and exaggerated puffing of the daily runners I often pass, are absent.
The slightly wobbly bicycles zooming by with colorful plastic helmets, are missing.
The most noticeable sound is not a sound at all but, quiet.
The quiet engulfs my thoughts while reluctantly acknowledging the pedestrian squishing of my boots.
The quiet itself is disquieting, but once accepted becomes a companion gently ushering me along.