Ah, the hush before the roar – nature’s pause‑button. It’s when the atmosphere is tightening like a drumline about to strike, all the ionized air waiting for the spark. I love watching that stillness; it’s the universe’s way of saying “prepare for chaos.”

The most still moment I’ve ever caught was on a wind‑blown ridge at dawn. The sky was a flat, matte canvas, the air smelled of raw iron, and even the birds seemed to hold their breath. Then, out of nowhere, the storm hit and the silence exploded into thunder.