Silence in Lackawaxen
A silence resides among us; the sound permeates the wooded areas, and hovers in the breeze.
It is different from quiet.
You hear its stillness when the wrestling trees pause; a falling acorn fills the void, and you turn in the direction to catch the eye of a doe, her large chocolate brown eyes searching for her fawn, absorbing the emptiness a bent hoof suspended midair.
We are vacationing in Masthope Mountain Community, near Lackawaxen, Pennsylvania. There are many homes, a few cars in driveways and silence.
In these woods the doe, fawn and buck, run playfully through the woods, and wait by the roadside respectful of passing cars.
Although we lived in New Jersey over twenty-five years I am unfamiliar with, “this neck of the woods,” but discovered Lackawaxen is home to the Zane Grey Museum. He and his wife, Dolly lived here from 1905 to 1918,. The area was one of his favorites.
The silence, interrupted by chirping birds,and chipmunks jumping in dried leaves, creates a cloak upon our shoulders and has become a new best friend.
. . . .just saying