There are evenings when there is no wind. Then, there are evenings that are perfectly still. If you think about it a little bit, I believe you will know what I mean. None of the birds make a noise. No sounds of traffic or other human noise. It's November, so there isn't much to be heard from insects or the various hibernating creatures on the farm. It is so very quiet and still that the farmer is almost afraid to move for fear that he might break the spell that is being woven.