Spinning - the clouds are like time-lapse photography, swirling and swirling and occasionally letting the occasional star peek through. Beautiful wind. Daughter of moon and wind and sea. The sky is preternaturally bright.
When the wind accelerates, you can see and hear and feel it coming, a roar, a tingle in the bones. Otherworldly. Once it went so fierce so abruptly that I ran for the porch, certain that it would catch me up if I stayed - I stood with my palm against the glass door, unwilling to leave the wind.
There's electricity in my bone marrow - I'm humming with it like a tuning fork.
I was going to quote kires on something, but then I saw that it was a locked post, so - if you read kires, you can probably figure it out.
Yes. Last night was amazing. I swear I felt high.