snow silence

another full moon saturday night. this one with a snowstorm and foghorns. coffee, good book and reruns of csi. two dogs for warmth and two or more cats for furry comfort. not your new york saturday night. good enough for the vineyard. good enough for me. after the sirens and yama of the city, the silence is wonderfully seductive. silence so loud it becomes its own presence - huge and comforting. although i wait for it to be shattered, that is less likely to happen at the end of a dirt road on a resort island in the dead of winter. sigh! lovin' it.