The quiet stillness of exceeding calm, like the ambiance of a diminished storm in may, fills my heart with subtle exhalations of release, and then, then I feel nothing. Nothing but still, proceeding the quake when all is in its place, resting as if the giant tons of moving earth had never been in tension at all, as if the hordes of molten magma had never heated to the soaring heights scarcely imaginable to an unperceiving eye. Like the waves have ceased and glass waxes still the once turbulent waters, like phantom crackles of thunder faintly rumbling in the distant memories of my searching ears.
sigh
I breath in slowly to see if the relief is real
sigh
the world has stopped
and yet, it is finally within my sight.
