We weren’t overwhelmed by noise in Charleston, but there was always the hum of I64 way in the distance, the sound of coal trains rolling alongside the Kanawha, barking dogs, and, in season, the various roars of air conditioning units. Here, it’s just quiet. We are a hundred yards or so off the road (it just seems like two miles when you’re walking to the mailbox in the cold), but traffic is sparse, so sparse in fact that your attention is drawn to any car (truck) that comes down the road. We did, however, encounter a traffic jam last week, but the goats eventually got out of road and we were underway again in no time. It’s been snowing and icing for the last few days, which adds another buffer to the noise of the world. I know that spring will bring new noise, what with machinery springing back to life, but it’ll be nothing like the lawnmower chorus of the suburbs. It’s quiet. And I like it.