While in search for passion, I looked through the eye of still moments.
Hung helplessly on my window pane, curtains pushed aside...natural light beamed.
A few still moments were taken, but none of which appealed to my passion..
not until the wind, as though life came by...the curtains gave way slowly...
allowing me to catch my last glimpse..
Mother nature hear my cries..
Giving me this..untouched, unplanned...stillness.