It rained today. Yesterday was drop-dead gorgeous so we went to the sand dunes. We spent the night watching movies and sleeping at my house. It rained today. All day long it rained. A slight drizzle then it turned more serious, then back to drizzling. And now, while I read "Blue Like Jazz" by Donald Miller I look out my bedroom window and am met by profound stillness. It's still raining, but the trees are silent. No branches bend, no twigs snap, the leaves are not applauding. There's something strange about the human race. We always have to be moving. A TV always has to be buzzing, there's always food to be cooking, conversations are always being said. Why can't we be like the trees? Why can't we take a break from stirring and just be still? I'd love to just curl up with my book and float in the silence, but my dad is watching the news and my mom is talking on the phone while making dinner. I feel the need to be still.
-M
Word of the Post
still- n. deep silence and calm; stillness; an ordinary static photograph as opposed to a motion picture, esp. a single shot from a movie.
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