The weather had been very windy the last few days. But it was only that morning that it became clear a storm was approaching.
The clouds hanging over their heads were dark grey and the air was becoming more humid with every passing moment.
Talon watched out from his room. He could hear his parents rushing around the kitchen.
Soon he heard the phone ring. He thought he could hear someone talking to his mom.
A few minutes later he heard a knock on his door. He got up and open the door.
His mother looked at him with a small amount of worry.
“There seems to be a few things going with this storm. That was your school’s reception, they are closing the school today. Just to be on the safe side. The area near the school has already been experiencing power outages.”
Talon sighed, he usually looked forward to going to school. Though he guessed he’d have more time to work on homework and his science projects.
He wondered about the power of the storm to cause the power to go out.
He imagined the eye of a storm. The potential it held as well as the forces behind it.
He knew storms didn’t have eyes, but what if they did. Talon dismissed this thought quickly though, it was just a saying.
The weather can be unpredictable on any given day. Sometimes we have to adapt and change with it, rather than fight against what we can’t control.
Storms weren’t as common during this time of year. But maybe the seasons were changing as well, as the world developed further with every passing moment.
Talon knew what his mom thought about this. She thought that time was circular, not completely linear. Everything happening all at once, everywhere in the world. Who knew how vast the universe was? Talon certainly didn’t, but that was why he was so fascinated with space and science. The possibilities were endless, and he thought all this looking outside, the storm was just outside his house now. The rain began to fall, the sound somewhat calming.
“In the age of technology there is constant access to vast amounts of information. The basket overflows; people get overwhelmed; the eye of the storm is not so much what goes on in the world, it is the confusion of how to think, feel, digest, and react to what goes on.” – Author: Criss Jami
The preparations are what they are. We’re here. The storm is coming. We are as best prepared as we can be as the eye of the storm approaches. – Author: Russel Honore
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes prayer, too, and the eye of the storm. I think that art has something to do with an arrest of attention in the midst of distraction. – Author: Saul Bellow
“For several hours we were thrown and battered — till suddenly calm felt — the calmest calm I have ever experienced at sea. God had willed us to enter the eye — you know about it? the still centre of the storm — where we lay at rest — surrounded by hundreds of seabirds, also resting on the water.”
― Patrick White, The Eye of the Storm