It was blank, the line was dead, nothing.

All day it had been buzzing and throbbing with too much of this, a tad too much of that.

Then when it came time to release this maelstrom all was calm. A sinister calm like the eye of the storm. However, the release would come as it always did in whatever way it chose.

A gradual deflation or a noisy pop. It made little difference. Either way the freshness, the cleansing would be sublime.

More tomorrow...