Goose Creek Ice ~ Three


No wind. No birds or insects call. Has molecular motion ceased? I question if my own heart beats it is so still on this winter morning.

That afternoon, I drove 460 into Salem.

My god, what noisome ugliness hath man wrought?

And I lament that I don’t get out much. Why should I care to leave this quiet?

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Fred First holds masters degrees in Vertebrate Zoology and physical therapy, and has been a biology teacher and physical therapist by profession. He moved to southwest Virginia in 1975 and to Floyd County in 1997. He maintains a daily photo-blog, broadcasts essays on the Roanoke NPR station, and contributes regular columns for the Floyd Press and Roanoke's Star Sentinel. His two non-fiction books, Slow Road Home and his recent What We Hold in Our Hands, celebrate the riches that we possess in our families and communities, our natural bounty, social capital and Appalachian cultures old and new. He has served on the Jacksonville Center Board of Directors and is newly active in the Sustain Floyd organization. He lives in northeastern Floyd County on the headwaters of the Roanoke River.

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  1. Yeah, we’re finding it less and less desirable to go out for anything, as it’s so beautiful and quiet here in our Floyd “Holler” home. We stock up on large amounts of staples and dry goods so we can “hole up” for some considerable time if we want. This time of year if anyone goes out once a week, that’s a lot. I think it’s only healthy to avoid all that bruhaha out there whenever possible. Plus, it saves on gas.

  2. I like staying at home too. Peace and quite in the middle of the woods. Just me and a host of critters. No traffic, no crowds and no hassel. I also stock up, so I don’t have to go to town more than once every 2 weeks.

    Guess I’m a little inclined to be a recluse, but after a life time of being in the middle of it all, being a recluse is very nice.