I got lost in a quiet place this weekend. A peaceful slice of land hidden away between two northern peaks of the adirondack mountains. The amazing thing about a quiet place is how much it makes you listen. Suddenly even the rays of light sparkling through the falling snow make a sound. You become connected with your surrounding as you try to sonically understand it’s essence. The cold, the approaching dusk, the incessant ringing in your ear…these things all fall away, even if just for a brief moment.