I am not adverse to the strengthening winds.

I feel the harkening back of time in this wind and rain. Back to my clandestine excursions before thunderstorms,

Kicking up sand.

Never feeling more wild. Never more free than standing on the top of a mountain of sand believing in the great beyond just off the edge of sight.

A sudden CRACK/FLASH of lightening drives you harder,

you run faster than you've ever run before, demons chasing you, back to the pine needles and the moss covered ground.

Taking shelter up against the water tanks.

Watching them fill. Listening. Listening to the plops splash blurps chirps. Listening to them. Wonder where you went.

Sparing them that heartache.

Coming up the stairs like you were there all along. Knowing that you could never truly share that which you just experienced. Knowing that moment was yours.

Alone.