Calm

It can come after a storm, or before the end. It comes from the lack of a busy day, or from the one hour of freedom between your appointments.

Anything can bring it. Music. Friends. Pets. Books. Screens.

No ones calm is the same as anyone elses.

Some people are always calm, we call them type b. Some people are never calm, we call them type b.

My calm comes from thunderstorms. The rain on the roof, the thunder against my music, the cold wind entering my window, and the dark clouds giving me permission to put on my pajams.

Her calm is the beech. The ocean waves lapping against the sand, the bright sun on her tan body, the laughter of family and friends, and the cold drink her hand giving her the confidence to rock her bikini.

His calm is from the shelves on shelves in the library. The slight smell of mildew, the absolute silence that lets him think, the librarians who know not to bother him, and the distance these stories give him from the rest of the world.

Calmness can come from anything. I'm writing this to be calm. So don't forget to let yourself be calm in the chaos that is your, our world.