Deep and Crisp and Even

For the second night running we have had a fresh fall of snow topping up the fields 

and the walls and coating the trees with icy particles.

At the same time the wind got up, blowing the snow into drifts against the stone walls.

This afternoon was completely different - not a breath of wind.  

All was calm, all was still.

Voices and strange noises floated from miles away.

An unusual experience.
What will tomorrow bring?