The beauty in nothing is, at first glance, counter intuitive. At least to the frenzied YOU. No worries-I know her well. And, as I allow myself to come to a stop, I feel her, too. That stop-it's painful. So much so that it would be almost easier to get back to it. Almost. It's like catching a glance of something out of the corner of your eye, but it is a whisper from inside. You almost miss it. It's a whisper of thank you. It's as if I am catching up with myself. And really. I am.