The quiet before the storm

While running in the countryside, I attended a beautiful concert. The crickets started chirping loudly - to some annoyance, but to me, music. The birds sang and the wind was blowing through the fields.

Suddenly the crickets stopped chirping, the birds stopped singing and the wind stopped blowing. The sky turned grey. Dark grey.

All I heared was my respiration, my running pace and some rumbling noises.

The quiet before the storm.

Tranquillity. Everything seemed at ease, the fields, the flowers, the sky and me - the runner. I smiled.

Life is full of beauty, notice it.

S.R.P.