The only sound I could hear is the distant sound of streams flowing into the lake, to the left, and to the right of me. It was a calm ever-present white noise in the distance, but that is all, the only sound. I was the only other noise out there, the crunch of my shoes as I crunched through the surface layers of solid frozen mud that had become like a fragile lattice beneath my feet.

I was noise, and that was all.