slow times

there is something very slow about snow, it is almost as if time stands still, but moments are not frozen, they are all fresh, the past is gone already, though it leaves some tracks sometimes, lessons to be learnt from, wounds to be healed. But all there ever is is now.

I find time a quite confusing concept, or maybe it is just me getting more and more confused by all the things I don't understand. Very funny: when I was younger I used to think that I was very smart and understood a lot of things. Now I am just trying to live, realizing that understanding or being smart really didn't help me so much. More important to listen. So I am listening to the sound of snow, I guess.