EVER REALLY NOTICE THE CALM BEFORE STORMS?
AS A KID, THE LEAVES WOULD HANG MOTIONLESS FROM THE TREES.
THE BIRDS WOULD SUDDENLY DISAPPEAR.
NOT A BREEZE TO BE FELT.
QUIETNESS ABOUND.
TODAY THE SAME, BUT THE PLATFORMS ARE QUIETING DOWN.
ALL HELL IS ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED!
I CAN FEEL IT IN MY ANXIOUS SOUL.
You can feel it in the air.
Quiet tension building and building like a fiddle string being tightened and tightened…waiting for the perfect moment when that delicate bow string touches it off. Just one little touch from the bow at just the right moment…
