suddenly the wind stopped. the leaves stopped rustling and the little bits of paper in the street settled to the ground as though they had found their place and would move no more. how could it go from such chaos to such calm like this? what force decided that it was time for all to be quiet?

the storm that had raged moments before was now a distant rumble beyond my line of site. brief flickers of yellows, whites, blues, and reds dotted the horizon. i found myself longing for the return of the torrent that had so recently frightened my soul. why should i desire to feel that fear in place of the peace that had now come over me?

there is another storm on the horizon.

there always is.