hillsrain

one-a.m. / Foggy in the full moon tonight. / Dead calm outside. / Still is just a description, reality is calmer. / Sounds are capped, no trapped in the fog, unable to escape. / A cow bellows, a kilometre distant yet somehow next to me. / Eerie owl calls thread their way between obstacles to pervade infinity. / Awesome. / The wind and trees may be quiet, unmoving with solidity. / Yet somehow…