Clear sky ~ out there – calm, serene, a sense of peace.
The clock ticked LOUD. It was the hammer of death.
Her breath was as loud as a freight train ~ mimicking the pace of a long distance runner.
So it seemed to her.
In reality ~ it rested at the threshold of silence.
No more tenseness, no more helter skelter.
As darkness closed in, the birds sang and the sun shined.