A Place Called Calm

Suddenly my sense of hearing awakened by just three sounds …. the rasping call of a wood pigeon outside somewhere …. the low constant hum of my fridge in the kitchen, nearby …. heavy footsteps, on creaking floorboards in the corridor Another day, I would have called these noises disturbance instead, just then serenity cradled my troubled soul in her silken arms she lulled me into an unfamiliar place called calm in that moment just then peace.