A lone rock with sails of snow set out on a journey one day.
It came upon wondrous new surroundings
even though it stood still in its travels,
for the cloud-patterned sky, scents on the wind,
a flash of birds and fish, and the determined tide
all passed closely by.
m1nute 
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It’s all about perspective- who is moving and who is standing still.
Your post reminds me of this quote from L Guin, Buffalo Gals and Other Animal Presences, called Direction of the Road:
There he’d be, working his legs and arms the way they do, usually looking at the road, but often aside at the fields, or straight at me: and I’d approach him steadily but quite slowly, growing larger all the time, synchronizing the rate of approach and the rate of growth perfectly so that at the very moment that I’d finished enlarging from a tiny speck to my full size- sizty feet in those days- I was abreast of him and hung over him, loome, towered, overshadowed him. Yet he would show no fear. Not even the children were afraid of me, though often they kept their eyes on me as I passed by and started to diminish.
Sometimes on a hot afternoon one of the adults would stop me right there at our meeting place, and lie down with his back against mine for an hour or more. I didn’t mind in the least. I have an excellent hill, good sun, good wind, good view; why should I mind standing still for an hour or an afternoon? It’s only a relative stillness, after all. One need only look at the sun to realize how fast one is going, and then, one grows continually- especially in summer.
Love the quote! It’s a great connection to what I wrote. Thanks!