Cold Sounds

The temperature was far below freezing. The air was crisp, still, as if the cold had frozen the wind itself. The smallest noise — a car passing on the road over the hill, a bird’s call, a branch breaking from the weight of the snow — streamed unimpeded through the night, journeying alone through the frigid air until it landed on his reddened ears. It seemed to him that the sounds this evening were more eager to reach him, were anxious to escape the cold — a silly thought, he knew, but he felt such extreme thinking was fitting on this frigid night.

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