Snow shoeing back to the car in nearly complete darkness in -20F with wind chill, we stumbled upon three brothers. Two of them huddled for warmth while the third was playing in the desolate solitude of fresh snow dunes after an insane display of wind, snow, and freezing temperatures. The clearing storms leave a quiet in the world that is impossible to describe. It’s not so much the lack of noise as it is the solitude and feeling of desolation.