Residency - 9

Things seem more transient here. I try to capture the light but it is gone before I can take my camera out. A cloud hides the moon, the wind sweeps the powdery snow on the trees into the air, the shadows change angle, the fog vanishes as quickly as it set in, the sky turns blue, the birds are silent, the wind stops.
The changes are swift and decisive and there is no guarantee that something will return later. For a while the trees appear unchanging, but then they too disappear into the night.
I am no longer sure if the I(eye) is me.