Storms will come. No matter how hard we try to wish them away, or pray for the sun, storms come along. The storm has no concern for our happiness; it doesn't care if we want it or not. It just comes along, uninvited, to spoil our picnics.
However, this post isn't about the storm. It's about the calm before the storm; the inevitable moment, hour, or day of bright, silent and welcoming calm that never fails to come.
The calm is a seductive illusionist. The calm is warm, and still. It feels safe. It feels as if you can stay in it forever.
It can be so convincing, that if you're not careful, you can start to believe that the storm isn't coming. But come it will.
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