Calmbeforethestorm

The calm before the storm is the hushed breath the world takes before it shatters. It is the sea, flat and gassy, under a sky of bruised purple, holding its breath before the first wave crests. It is the moment between the lightning flash and the thunder’s roar—a quiet, heavy with static and anticipation. In this suspended second, a deceptive peace reigns, a fragile veil drawn across the face of impending chaos. The air grows thick, still, and unnaturally quiet. A canvas waiting for the first violent brushstrokes of the tempest that is sure to follow.