Today is the calm. Not so much the calm before the storm. Nor even the eye at the middle of it. There is yet a ways to go before the middle is reached.
Today is just a moment- that tiny, fleeting moment between the crash of one wave behind and the swell of another before. It's that slim, small chance to push the head above the water and snatch one quick breath before being pressed down again, dragged in again, whisked forward once more.
Oh, to make that breath a deep one. A good one. To hold the head above as long as possible and drink in the illusion of stillness until it is made real. To fill the lungs all the way, up and up and up. Because we're never sure just quite when we'll have that chance again. And it may be awhile.