Gold

The center of the storm envelopes you like an old wool blanket scratching as it rubs against you, but in essence those scratches are to remove what's dead and needs to be peeled away. Working as an exfoliation for the mind, body and spirit, removing layer by layer. There is no greater therapy for the soul than finding your peace in the eye of the storm. A renewed spirit, you come out tougher, and brighter, a polished gem. Those moments in the trenches are like finding a gold mine; you couldn't appreciate how valuable you are until the struggle introduced you to your selfworth.