O still horizon bordering a nearly same-still lake reflecting the thousands twinkling stars of the sun’s rays on its minute waves. Unswaying branches rim the foreground bared by leaves all fallen sheltering the occasional bird delightfully flitting here and there. The air soundless but for a dog’s bark and the geese’s feet touching the water as they hover. O still horizon, do you hold an answer? Only remove the question and open your hands.