Anticipation... sounds rude, somehow..
Hope... that's better. What a beautiful word... Is that it? Is that what I sense around me?
Silence... silence is loud in the air...Even as the wind combs my hair and tries to tug the pages from my hand, there is a stillness here...
Expectation... there now, found a word for this... a calm evening, an overcast sky, a gentle, tumbling breeze embracing everything in its path, the majestic neem nodding its proud head...
Again, a deep Quiet descends... i wonder at the many types of silences...the silvery silence of the night, the white silence of a winter moring, the weary silence of a hot afternoon, the companiable silence of dusk, the throbbing silence of loneliness, the cleansing silence of solitude...
But, this is different... this is the silence of hope, of trembling expectation, of a world holding its breath...and then...........Rain!
Hope... that's better. What a beautiful word... Is that it? Is that what I sense around me?
Silence... silence is loud in the air...Even as the wind combs my hair and tries to tug the pages from my hand, there is a stillness here...
Expectation... there now, found a word for this... a calm evening, an overcast sky, a gentle, tumbling breeze embracing everything in its path, the majestic neem nodding its proud head...
Again, a deep Quiet descends... i wonder at the many types of silences...the silvery silence of the night, the white silence of a winter moring, the weary silence of a hot afternoon, the companiable silence of dusk, the throbbing silence of loneliness, the cleansing silence of solitude...
But, this is different... this is the silence of hope, of trembling expectation, of a world holding its breath...and then...........Rain!
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