Some days, when I am walking from one room to another, the sunlight shines through a window in just that particular way that it makes me stop and admire it for a moment.
Those images are like subtle details the realist master worked in behind his main characters, an incidental line describing stillness and silence from a poem written about a larger theme.
Sometimes, its worth giving all your attention to that little detail, as if it was the main character, the bigger theme.
As if stillness and silence were the deepest wells of beauty and meaning the world has to offer.