Something runs past the stream. The brisk air has caused the forest to become silent. Chilling wind blows ceaselessly through this final afternoon Far away and distant, the grind of humanity is heard. Momentary and striking the wind stops as automobile's exhaust. The sky is overcast and gray this November day is clouded with a frozen May rain.
Water falls upstream near the highway.
Soon this place will become a frozen wonderland. The human buzz is distant here. The water thickens as the heat dissipates Ice forms on the sides of the stream. The sky begins to darken as the hidden sun descends below the invisible horizon. The cold winds pick up this night.