Peace in the oddest places

I did my deed today. Waking up much too early, but it was good to have the highway pretty much to myself. I got to my parking space early, so I took a little walk to a pier overlooking the city. A few men were out with their fishing poles looking for a bite. A radio was blaring Latino music. And even with the music going, there was still peace to be had. Bright sun, a light haze over the city. The wind was still, the water calm. I felt safe, at peace. In a place, a region that defines hurly-burly, it is possible to find a place, a moment where everything can be, and is, still. Even in a hurricane, there is a calm eye to find. And keep inside.