Becoming Still

My attention kept returning to the still figure at the centre. Everything around him seems to be moving, brightening, arranging itself into pattern, but he does not appear to be forcing any of it.

After a while, the reflection in the water became as important as the light above it. I found myself wondering whether stillness is not an end point, but a way of hearing what was already present.

I don't know whether the image feels quiet because nothing is happening, or because too much is happening at once and has finally become coherent.