Northwest winds...

Sounds of the city disappeared when we built the cabin and they were missed, sleep was harder to come by at first. We have our own sounds and grown to love the sound of silence, there are spots throughout the day. What's really spectacular are the sounds that pierce the silence like low flying geese, from their honking to the bands in their wings; pelicans and cranes too. We hear a distant owl in the morning, a childhood sound that freightened me, now brings comfort.


Growing up near trains, it was always something I looked for when moving from a location, if the wind is just right, we can hear the whistle of the train. Buster grew up around trains and stops when he hears the distant whistle.

The Northwest winds bring their own sounds and fresh smells from the river below. They cool the portion of the cabin in which Buster has claimed his. He sleeps soundly on his blanket that came with him years ago. We washed that blanket many, many times before we got our own scent on it, placed it away for a year or two and brought it back out. Not that he'd might remember, but because it is warm. My boy.

We are blessed. We hope you feel the same with your family.
Take care friends, stay warm and always, safe travels.