A Moment

Outside a clouded pale settles upon the earth. A white cloud, and everywhere it settles. The mountains on the horizon disappear like ghosts fading into another plain of existence and the trees all around become imbued with magic and beauty. White crystal flakes float and swirl down upon us and everywhere there is a stillness. The smoke from the stacks does not fight the cloud, does not try to fight beyond the pale, but rather it becomes a part of it, blending and adding and submitting to it. The silence comes from the stillness and as we look outside our warm walls we do not dare fight the stillness. We accept it, and so we sit.