There is a still silence
as in a dream
I look ahead
turn and
look behind
nothing moves
I step forward, something is different
everything looks the same
I step back
nothing moves
it feels different
A sleepy fog horn
unexpected car horn
child's laughter
Sounds are here
somewhere
Trees are rooted
birds flap and fly
morning sun darts among the clouds
Yet my eyes are different
I look ahead
I look behind
I step forward again
And there is the wind
a glorious breeze
I know there is wind
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