drip drop drip drop...

The pitter-patter of water bubbles surrounds me. I taste the chill in the air. I feel a breeze of moisture brush my skin. I hear the familiar crunch of shoes on hardened snow, but nothing else. Complete and total silence, true silence. And I ask myself "is this nature? Is this the very sound that always existed before, and will always exist today?" Even though it is hard to here, silence is always there.