Today Is One Of Those Quiet Days

Today is one of those quiet days.

All you hear are the tears of the dark-gray sky.
All you see is the whisper of the wind through the leaves.
All you feel is the reflection in the mirror
of someone who is older than you remember.

When I was a little girl visiting my aunt
I looked at the sky and asked why was it so red.

She answered,
“Because too many people have been killed today…”

Today is one of those quiet days.