Naming the quiet before a storm on the river

Got out before the weather moved in, and I spent most of the morning just watching the water go still — the kind of flat you only get when the air and river agree to hold their breath. I've felt that pause a hundred times, but today I finally put words to it: it's not stillness, it's the water listening. That's the closest I've come to describing it, and it felt like a small catch worth keeping.