Quand Il Fait Nuageux

    The sky is pale grey, the sunlight, unable to penetrate the blanket of clouds, casts a muted glow onto the bare branches below. An eerie tranquility hangs in the air and the world is still. The buzz of silence is all that can be heard; indeed, even silence has a sound. Not a bird sings, not a fox trots, I stand in the snow, silent as well. I am as still as the world around me, afraid the slightest movement will awaken the world from its trance.

    But, the world cannot stay still forever; I take a step forward.  

    A bird takes flight, landing on a branch nearby. Its song fills my ears as snow begins to fall. Rays of sunlight filter through thin wisps of cloud as the grey blanket begins to part. The ground is dappled with pale sunlight, shifting, fading, glowing.

    The world has been stirred from its slumber, smiling slowly it begins to move once more.