Cold invites a hollow silence to the cloud filled skies. Like a freshly scrubbed canvas for the artistry of natures music.
Subtle and slight are the sounds of rain drops falling from the sky. The breeze gently lifting water laden leaves and branches. The wind brings ascending rushes of energy to your ears. To your soul.
A billowing caw emerges from the depth of forest surrounding you. Difficult to place its origin. Steady in tone but shifting in direction. Serene and ominous is the Ravens Caw.