Early morning just before 6 am. I’m listening to the sounds of the storm, wondering why I find it so soothing. 

A force of nature that can easily make us forget our inner storms, usually self-imposed.

A wind whistling so strongly, but incredibly gently. Somehow bringing calmness through its chaos.

A tree bending under this force, and at the same time, stubbornly rooted into the deep grounds.

So many lessons to be found.