Sandman & Rain_cloud
Do you ever feel like the pause between a storm’s roar is a secret lullaby, a quiet where the world can really think?
Sometimes the pause feels like a breath, a quiet window when the world can actually think.
Yes, that breath between clouds is where my thoughts can drift, almost as if the sky itself is holding its breath with me.
It’s easy to sit there and listen when the storm has taken its turn. The silence keeps the mind steady.
I often sit with that quiet too, letting the silence steady my thoughts.
I find the quiet as reliable as a steady heartbeat, keeping the mind from rushing.
I hear that pulse too, a gentle thrum that keeps the thoughts from racing.