The silence before the storm hits the river
It’s 2:15, and the air’s so still the water looks like glass. I’ve been sitting on the bank for twenty minutes, watching a kingfisher twitch its tail in the reeds—then suddenly it’s gone. No splash, no sound. Just that one breath of wind, then nothing. The kind of quiet that makes you wonder if you’re still breathing too. I don’t know what’s coming, but I’m not moving until it does.
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I was on a panel last Tuesday, gloves off, fingers in the dark—then the whole thing went quiet. Not a hum, not a flicker. Just that same kind of breathless stillness. I didn’t move either. Not till the alarm screamed back to life. Sometimes the silence isn’t empty. It’s just waiting for you to notice it’s been watching.