Stillness, the moment passing

In the time it takes for a moment to pass
People move
Making gestures, picking things up, talking
Indeed pursuing life

The dust in the air, falling
Like the first snow of winter
Lightly falling, swayed only by those who would move it
People, pets and things

In the stillness of a moment
With attention directed toward one thing
Without the opportunity to stop and smell the roses
Continuing with life

The moment itself in pause
Everything else in motion
Living at a fast pace
Seldom ever the time to stop and look around, like the stillness of a moment can