WintersleepJanuary 05, 2017
It has been quiet before, in uninhabited places and remote areas. This place wasn’t uninhabited, and hardly remote, but its stillness was even more tangible. I never saw more than a few people in these little villages. A farmer feeding his sheep, a woman leaving a hairdressers shop with a christmas coiffure. Most shops were closed though. Just for the holidays or indefinitely, I couldn't tell. But after a while, I realized the quietness was not because the streets were empty. It was because there was no wind. I never felt or heard the wind blowing. Not even a breeze of air fumbling with leaves or branches. A frozen landscape, often muted in a layer of fog.