Calm Before a Storm

Soft silence swam through those quiet moments.  Drifting through the air before the storm.  It trembled in every shallow breeze, cracking softly as the clouds gathered high up in the sky.  Minutes later it would shatter in the torrent of wind and rain.  Thrown far away by the howling gale that ripped and tore its …

Nightly Ritual

It was loud out on the porch tonight.  The world was breathing, and itching, and moving.  Whimpering, then screaming, only to whimper again.  I lost myself chasing one noise and then the next, trying to follow one singer in the chorus.  It was hard, I kept losing them to the tumult.  I centered myself on inward …