Unshaken

There's something about that sound that reminds me of an old fire pit - as if the fire has long since died down, but the earth beneath it is still warm. The world is collapsing somewhere in the background, but inside there's a strange calm, like someone who is already tired of being afraid. No pathos, no despair - just steady breathing before the storm and a quiet confidence that their legs won't buckle, even if the ground disappears from under them. The pines whisper without revealing secrets, thunder rumbles but doesn't frighten – it simply reminds you that you're alive. And somewhere between those sounds is born that special feeling when you're not expecting salvation, you're just standing there. Unbreakable, even if trembling inside.