I always believed that the universe whispers before it screams. It’s a lesson I teach my third graders every year when we study weather patterns: notice the sudden stillness of the leaves before the storm breaks, the drop in temperature before the snow falls. As a teacher, my entire career is built on observation—reading the subtle shifts in a child’s posture, decoding the silence in a crowded room, trusting the gut instinct that says something is wrong even when the surface looks pristine.
