Sounds of the Season

Last night I went to pick up my son from a Christmas pageant rehearsal.  Walking across a parking lot in the dark, the snow softened the light and the sounds around me.  Yet faintly, in the distance. I could hear a snowmobile running, and from across the square the sound of voices and of a puck hitting the goal on the public skating rink.

Just one of the joys of a small town in the North woods as Christmas approaches.

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