Stillness June 24, 2018

I awoke to the call and response of birds cackling and my cat meowing.  I took a look outside to see what was going on and was taken aback by the pastel landscape before me.  It was as if the natural world had been replaced by a lovely painting, with a peach-colored sky over a turquoise hillside, both muted by a few cottony clouds.  I have never seen the field so still.  Not a single blade of grass was moving, but instead each was inert, permanently bent by the westerly winds.  I looked and looked to find some evidence of animation, but other than the birds, there was nothing.  I felt as though I had fallen into a photograph or maybe, just maybe, time had simply stopped.