Silence

It was cold enough that the window frosted overnight. By morning it had mostly cleared.

There was no wind. The grass at the far end of the field kept moving.

The beach was empty. The tide was still moving the same stones.

The tower was taken out of service sometime in the nineties. No one removed it.

The gravel ends about forty kilometres further on. The road was built for something that is no longer there.

The ice had started to break up. It was quieter than expected.