The Quiet After
More senses homework: the quiet after a day of baling hay, sitting with the barn cat in the golden light and the smell of leather. I'm learning to notice the rest instead of rushing past it.
The dust is all settled, the hard work is done
Chasing the shadows of a low afternoon sun
The ghosts of the chaos are finally gone
A chapter is over, a page has been drawn
And all that is left is the golden light
And the scent of the sun making everything right
No noise in the rafters, no work left to do
Just a moment of peace, honest and true
And I'm breathing in the quiet after the storm
In the stillness of the air, I'm finally warm
There's nothing to fix and there's nothing to say
Just the smell of the leather at the end of the day
And a silent companion who asks for no words
The gentlest of moments, the rarest of birds
Remember the struggle, the ache and the strain
The feeling of pushing through weather and rain
But that's just a memory, a story that's told
In a place that was broken, a place that was old
And I'm breathing in the quiet after the storm
In the stillness of the air, I'm finally warm
There's nothing to fix and there's nothing to say
Just the smell of the leather at the end of the day
And a silent companion who asks for no words
The gentlest of moments, the rarest of birds
The work is all done
The quiet has come
The work is all done