The sky is colored in greys and frost. Everywhere is buried under mounds of snow and people moods are as variable as the sky colors. We see a bull moose with 10 point horns suspended in motion, motionless: waiting, waiting-his visible breaths punctuating the cold frosty air, watching us to see what it is that we will do next as we watch him to see what he will do next. We stare at him -he stares at us. Nothing moves. There is a hush- the momentary suspension of breathing , the gap between what is to come, what has already been.
The present in this space seems suspended too- a serene sense of expectancy as we wait together for the next moment to arrive. A pause—a recognition that we are connected to each other and to our surroundings as a fractal picture frozen in time. As if in a imaginary picture frame, are we being observed — frozen in this setting, watching us while we are watching the moose. And beyond that and beyond that…
And then we breathe and we drive on….the sky colored in greys and frosts but sharper, more clearly defined and we give thanks that we are here now and able to see such magnificance, our moods shifted to gratitude and joy.