Tuesday Afternoon

On an ordinary spring day, this Tuesday afternoon to be exact,

it was like nature had quieted down in anticipation of the storm.

Butterflies hid themselves in the colorful petals of the spring flowers

and birds had sat down in the shrubbery, seemingly having siesta.

The wind was light, barely stirring up a silvery shudder on the water,

but clouds were already gathering on the horizon, coloring the ocean.

I could sense the pull of silence, like a tender tug on my soul

by an invisible, but profound presence. And I felt so much alive.

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