Fenelon Falls: "The snow falls quietly..."

When I stood on an upper outdoor balcony at my son's house and looked up river toward Fenelon's lock system, about a mile away, I heard not one sound.

I felt the steady snowfall. Hundreds of cold wet flakes melted on my unprotected neck, face and hands.


I listened intently for any sound. None came, except for muffled noises from inside the house.

Is it snowing quietly in my hometown, London?

Photo by GH

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That reminds me. I should call my wife to say "all is well."

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