remember me

Dark clouds gather ominously on the horizon, thick and heavy with the promise of a storm. I pause in my work, my steps quickening as I hurry to return before it arrives. There’s a palpable tension in the air, a stillness that feels charged with the coming tempest.

In an instant, a powerful wind sweeps through, followed by torrents of rain, relentless hail, and the deep rumble of thunder. Nature unfurls its might. For this brief moment, the world seems to stand still, on the verge of collapse. The wood creaks and bends under the fury of the storm, the rain batters against the windows, and lightning flashes in rapid succession, each one brighter than the last. The earth shakes with the rolling thunder that reverberates deep through the mountain.

The cabin is secured with steel cables, reinforced against the storm, yet a quiet uncertainty lingers. Will it withstand the ferocity of nature’s rage? We wait in awe, reverently, convinced that the worst is nearly over. The cards are already laid out on the table, and the stillness after the storm has begun to settle.

I glance through the small wooden windows, my gaze drawn to the world outside...

Suddenly, a profound sense of harmony fills the air. The rainbow, radiant and vivid in the distance, casts its light across the evening sky like a torch. It is fire-red from the last rays of the sun, still kissing the snow-capped peaks in a soft, lingering embrace. Everything feels alive, in motion, as though the very land itself breathes with a newfound energy. The warmth of the dying sunlight fades, and a mystical silence descends — the kind that only follows after a summer storm has passed.

It is a moment of wonder, something so miraculous, it’s hard to believe. And in that moment, as the storm subsides, both the earth and the sky seem to speak in perfect harmony, their voices echoing through the quiet.