If I didn't know better, I'd say this was paradise. The air is an invitation of lightness. There are no cars on the road, no hum of traffic in the air. At the park, it was quiet enough for me to hear the breeze through the leaves. I look up and see the first bands.
But a quick drive through my neighborhood reminds me that this is not paradise, this is that otherworldly calm before the storm. It's time to move on now. My prayers are with us all.