The bank barn in this photo is the same one featured in an earlier post. I was traveling the river road the other morning and the mists caught my attention as they drew up from the Susquehanna river bottom. The immediate horizon was busy with activity; the rising sun warmed the scudding clouds and burned back the swirling mists. As I stood in the shallow muds which had formed in the overnight showers I half expected that so much activity might be accompanied by a sound of one sort or another. I listened. The morning was quiet, the surrounding fields were peaceful, it was silent.