Standing at the Point this morning, I was again enjoying the golden colours of early morning and noted the stillness of the water. It was broken only by a few ripples which alerted me to the family of three otters swimming toward our boat anchored in the bay (centre frame). The otters each climbed in, and dived back into the water several times. Lovely to watch, though I expect they left us some smelly goodies.
My enjoyment of the morning was augmented by noting again that in the stillness and quiet there's constant, though often unseen, or unseeable activity —even playfulness— though it looks so quiet.
What has caused you to notice this constant activity around you, even amidst the apparent stillness and quiet?