In the cold and white

Beneath a bright sun

Everything is over-exposed

We are over-exposed

But when we remain unmoving

When we hold our breath

And simply stop

And simply listen

We hear the things we never hear

There is the woodpecker

There is the ice

Expanding beneath the snow

Echoing in otherworldly thrums

While in the distance – cars

And we stand in stillness

We become the stillness