… another porpoise broke the water … a third and fourth … neared … we knew by instinct not to speak … A wordless covenant was set …

Pat Conroy, in Beach Music

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Tranquility.  When happiness is deepest, natural – and contentment shows like the first crocus of spring in the warming sun of late March.

Tranquility – there all the time, buried and asleep in the cold ground of “demands” hardened by the chilling winds of hectic paces and “things to do.”

Tranquility – the deep quiet – the noisy world conquered and silenced … how we miss the good and natural state, the peace within … the wisdom that detachment’s silence is.