The Wind picked up.

I feel it in my bones.

The rush of Air lifts my hair. Electrifying my scalp and tangling my trendles.

The warm breath from the Sky recharges me, I feel the magic at my fingertips.

The Sky deepens her gaze from dark blue to deep gray.

Quickly, the clouds become swollen and pregnant. With a flash of light and thunder at the snap of her fingers, the Sky’s eyes open and empty upon us.

Thick cleansing tears sparkle and fall around me.

The smells of Earth and Life spring forth.

I breathe deep, drawing in the Wind and Rain.

My clothes soaked, my lungs filled anew, and my body tingling, I let the old fall away.

I am cleansed. I am baptized. I am filled with Magic.

I am grateful.