Photo Challenge: Whispers of the Past amidst the Forest Silence

The brook whispering as it slid past the ice on the banks was the solitary sound in the woods, but I imagined it carried a voice–her voice–from winters past, but not forgotten.  Before I quite caught it, the memory slipped away, as the sparkling water disappeared around the bend.  Yet, the sky shone with an intense blue and  hope returns with the approaching Spring.

Photo Challenge:  Silence  

 

Fleming Creek, Michigan