Imagine your city, or town or village, frozen in time, captured in a moment.

The person caught on the wrong side of thee road by all the traffic, unable to catch their bus.  The hill covered in the late Winter snow.  The graveyard gates standing wide so early in the morning.  The young couple on the bus, she’s resting her head on his shoulder, eyes closed.  Another passenger drowses, her head against the window and a smile on her face.  The upturned waste boxes, emptied so early by invisible workers. The cat brushing against the person caring for her whilst the owner is away.  The person caught in spray as a bus hits a pool of water.  The workmen on the third floor replacing tall windows with nothing to stop them falling.  The water feature in a public space caught mid-burble.  The seagull wheeling in midair, looking for somewhere to perch.  The person passing in the street who looks like someone you know, if only they had a Mohican.  The barber arrested midcut.  The CCTV camera looking blankly down the road.  The “For Sale” sign outside a house, but who knows where the people are moving to.

Just to observe, not to want anything, just to love what is: you belong here.

‘Listening is such an underrated activity.  In fact it is deeply subversive.  Because when we listen deeply, we take in the voice of the other.’*

And then I am changed.

(*From John O’Donohue’s Eternal Echoes.)