Between pauses

There are moments that don’t ask to be captured.

Not because they are insignificant,
but because they already exist fully
without being framed.

This was one of those days.

No light breaking through clouds.
No dramatic contrast.
Just the quiet continuation of things being as they are.

The field didn’t change.
The trees didn’t move closer or farther away.
And yet, something shifted —
not in the landscape,
but in the way it was noticed.

Maybe that’s what these pauses are for.

Not to mark time,
but to remind us
that nothing happening
is also a kind of movement.