12-06-2020， Sunday, Sunny
Saturday’s snow completely covered the car and the ground.
Sunday’s bright sun made the snowy landscape very pretty. My daughter and I drove to see the snowy scenery of Walden Pond on the cold Sunday morning.
Walden Pond in December, unlike in September, was very quiet and had very few visitors, which presented a very clam and peaceful atmosphere to us.
While walking on the uphill trail between the pond and the railroad, I saw a man carrying a baby on his chest was walking towards us from the opposite direction. As a tall and skinny figure man, he looked dignified to me.
After we passed him and went down to the pond, I heard the man yodeling loudly on the top of the hill, his voice echoed through the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. It sounded wild.
When we came down to the bottom of the hill and reached the pond, I saw a mother with a toddler daughter standing near the water, they were looking towards the direction where the loud voice came from.
I curiously asked: “Did you heard the guy is yelling on the top of the hill?”
“Is my daddy.” The little girl happily said.
“Yes, he is calling my name.” The mother smiled.
The mother’s answer brought me a great joy, as I learnt that a family of four was playing a private game, on that quiet and snowy Sunday morning at Walden Pond.
The father who carried his little baby, stood on the top of the hill, yodeled for his wife’s name behind the woods and above the water. He seemed to have a good time showcasing a city man’s wildness and boldness without making a scene.
The mother and her toddler daughter stood at the bank of the pond and happily listened to the very familiar name that bursted out of the quiet woods and echoed between the sky and the water, I felt they were immersed in a gigantic stereo system that was created from nature.
After experienced this very rare joyful moment of a voice game, I became more sensible towards sounds. On our second lap near the bank of the pond, I started to hear the delightful rhythms of soft water waves, the delicate cracking sound of my feet breaking into the soft and fluffy snow, and the gentle whispers of pine trees swaying in the wind. I enjoyed a natural concert at Walden Pond in December on a snowy Sunday morning.
Little Episodes
Snowy Walden Pond scene: under the blue sky and white cloudy, greenish pond, fresh snow, and tall pine woods.
