There was a kind of calm, like it happens after the storm
when life has not yet found back it’s pace

Little pieces of things broken, or separated from it’s source
lying around, Life has not yet walked past them

She opened the window, fresh air could come in now,
tried a little to get busy picking up life,

Finally pulled a chair and settled down,
looking at the dull sky through the open window,

Life was about to start moving, in it’s own pace
She could see herself thinking of tomorrow, that looking forward, we associate to Life

And then, a stray wind suddenly brushed her by, and her thoughts wandered
In her mind, she went back to the storm,
The raging, and howling, the bold overpowering claim,
she felt safe and she surrendered…