Calm in the Storm

I wish I could say I remember exactly the first time I met Brian…but this gypsy’s memory ain’t what it used to be and it seems like he was always there.  One thing I do remember, though, is a sense of calm in him.  I was just watching the slow, steady, snowfall through the window today, and it reminded me.  I think he was steadfast…one of our rocks…always had a calmness to him.  I would like to achieve that.