Everything seems fine. Everything seems still and calm. Your happy.
But then a breeze starts, nothing big, just a gentle wind moving through the air. Circling your body, softly touching your face and your chest.
Soon the breeze picks up. Its become’s faster and stronger. Its starting to move trees and create waves in the ocean. As the wind gets stronger the waves get bigger. Bigger and bigger until there crashing on rocks, spraying salt water onto the land.
Wave after wave becomes more mammoth. Smashing cars, cracking the foundations set on decade old houses, and crumbling new establishments. Memories from peoples lives being washed away by the once docile sea, down streets that pave the way for everyone’s journeys.
The wind dies down and the sea regresses to its original pace- white horses slowly running once again as the waves rise and fall onto the coast line. Everything is gentle again, but if you look around everything that was made, every wall that was put up has been cracked—broken. It can try and be put back together again but there will always be signs that it was broken.
Once something is broken it can’t be fixed- it can be left, go on to better things or can be destroyed even more by the slight cracks that have made their way into its strong foundations. But there will always be pain, always be hurt where happiness once stood tall and strong- there will always be aftermath at the end of a storm.