The sky is slightly clouded over Głuchołazy,
a soft veil above rooftops and trees.
No rain,no sun,
just the quiet in-between.

The hills hold their breath,
as if listening to something
not yet spoken.

The cobbled streets carry echoes
of footsteps with nowhere to go.
A dog barks in the distance,
but even that seems thoughtful.

Everything seems to wait-
for light,for wind,
or simply for nothing at all.