Yesterday morning a young male deer yanked apples off a tree with an eager mouth. His antlers were as tall as a hand. This morning the sun bounced off clean snow into every window of the house. Now, dimming light rests on the small waves coming into shore. It is the ocean’s lavender hour. Evergreen profiles turn black. Combing through the round rocks, I find crab shells and a lobster tail. Gulls have nothing to talk about, or are flying so high I can’t hear them. The snow is gray at dusk. It’s a thorough quiet, through and through.