Deepest Calm

The wind howls like a beast untamed, lashing and crashing, a tempest unleashed, a fury in motion. Twisting branches, leaves torn and tattered, a frenzied symphony of nature, in a chaotic ballet. But wait. The wind holds its breath, a hush descends, an uncanny stillness amid the storm. This is silence in the heart of the tempest, a pause, a lull, a whispered sigh. It’s like sleep without a dream, a peaceful absence, a calming blanket, a comforting embrace. You feel it in your soul, a quiet hum, a subtle vibration, the heart of the world taking a gentle breath. Even in the wildest storm, there’s silence to be found. And in that silence, the deepest calm resides.