לפני ארבעה חודשים. יום שלישי, 13 בינואר 2026 בשעה 6:30
Winds howl when they rage. Rain lashes when emotions break through restraint. The weather is not background. It is part of me and my system.
I feel that now. I am in a storm of my own. The noise passes, the sky eventually clears, but the feelings remain, charged in the air, lingering like damp in the walls. Just because the thunder stops does not mean the heart is suddenly calm. Some storms move through us. Others leave debris behind.