The Calm Before a dark blanket of calmcovers the world,Nature is silent,there is no birdsong,no windrustling through the treeswhat sound there is -what light -is artificial,a storm is coming
Connoisseur are you a connoisseurof the battlesyou fight,picking only the onesthat alignwith your values,or are youa street brawler,looking for actiontaking on all comersand many otherswho do not wish to fight;which moves easierthrough life's trials,who would you be