A whirlwind of feelings swept in so quietly that I barely noticed at first only my heart began to beat differently, deeper, as if learning a new rhythm. Joy and тревога wove together like threads in a warm scarf, until it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. There is no calm in this storm, but there is life real, vivid, pulsing. And even if it carries me into the unknown, I’m no longer afraid because that’s where the most genuine feelings are born.