Snowing on the Loch

I pause, and crouch close to the ground

And feel roots, stones, and snow covered sand

The jumbled accumulations of nature unnoticed (real after all)

The hidden silence immediately becomes loud when you learn to shut up

Let it take back its place, and come washing over me like the falling snow

I try to catch a single snowflake from the air with my eyes

Watch it drift down to the green water, and vanish

A lesson in inevitability. I watch another and another.

No sound at all, except snow falling on the loch