The sounds of silence

Almost dead calm this morning.

Further on the weather

Sunny, gusts that come and go but no longer shake the house, temperature in the 20s F.  I would suspect that if the Park Service allowed a sunrise service on Cadillac Mountain (unlikely, with the road closed for snow and ice) the congregation found it . . . chilly.

And in the metaphoric weather, I have been poking at POWERS again.  Don't know if it will ever see print, but until I get that out of my brain and through my fingers, I suspect I won't come up with the next story.  Different writers have different mental quirks, and mine seems to be one-story-at-a-time.