Stillness and menace

Still clear pool
By the side of the road, there's a small pool. The water is clear, and bright green fronds hang above it. The water must gather here often, running off the fields. It's a miniature oasis of peace on a storm tossed morning.

Walking on, past a lone tree, and the wind suddenly picks up and hums, violently, through it's bare branches, shaking the trunk. It seems to be shouting "beware!" or maybe "be careful". There's a momentary menace in the world, almost as if something evil were lurking behind the hedge, ready to pounce.

Stillness and clear, cool water.

Unkown dangers ready to pounce.

Held together, held by one step after the other, held by this world.