The lovely area below is part of an oxbow lake at my local nature center. When I first came here, 5 years ago, where I am currently sitting was part of a large meander in a curvy river. Thanks to floods and nature (and geology), the river finally cut through. The oxbow, with still and quiet water, was left behind.
I am merely 30 feet from the river. I can hear the gushing water as I enjoy this shady spot. Along with the water, wind and bird calls keep this spot from being silent.
Once I sat quietly, the seemingly empty water in front of me moved with life. A snail meandered past. A piece of cottonwood fluff even caught on the top of its shell as the snail traversed the shallows. A small school of fish darted into my vision then was gone. Small, quick bugs are skittering along the bottom.
Tomorrow, I'll be teaching a class here. Nine kids will be flipping rocks, trying to catch fish or crawdads, and will occasionally humor me by glancing at a macro invertebrate (read: bug big enough to see with the naked eye). I'm hoping to quiet them long enough to experience a slice of the still yet ever moving beauty I'm experiencing now. However, I'm not getting my hopes up.
For today, I will enjoy my silence and be glad for this moment to connect with nature.