Behind me a wintery sun cast long shadows and promised much, but even he couldn't stop the gasp of the gale as it stripped the heat from my body. It was bitterly cold.
I walked fast, my heart pounding as I followed the storm. I wanted to catch it like a true storm chaser - be in it, feel it, meld with it. Up here you can see for miles in all directions, and I could see where this storm was coming from, and where it was going. It curved around from the north, pushing steadily south-eastwards, and as a powerful blast of freezing ice particles hit me, I pulled my hood down tighter and thrust my hands deeper into my pockets. "I am, I am!" I yelled in defiance "I am you, I am the storm, I am the sky!" At the brow of the hill the land fell away and disappeared behind smokey veils of ice. Shadows of dark figures formed and faded in the mist and I shouted at them too. "I will be heard! I am you! I am!"
My heart felt everything... the land, the storm, the sky. It felt the beings in the clouds and knew their humour as its own. It felt the power that is the sun, and warmed to it. It flew with the birds that raced the storm and won. It felt the grass and lay on the earth in oneness with our mother. It reached the unseen and the seen without leaving its place, and for a precious moment, all was as it should be.