There’s a sense of expectation in the air.
It feels as if all the noise is silenced.
As if all the air has been sucked out of the moment, hearts beat so fast they’re slow.
It’s the great calm before the storm; the tsunami as it lifts itself into a tower of sea before the plunder.
It’s when we wait; because what else is there to do?
I’m always waiting for something amazing to happen.
What about you?