Eclipse, thunderous spirit howling. A charged electric nature to seeing. Within, a quiet thrumming. My birthday is April 4th. Damian's also. There is an eclipse on that day I think.
I feel powerful, from observing my body I have slipped into it, aware of my suit, my willing servant. Striding forward together, into the sun.
Something makes me swivel to look up at the sky all the time. Last night to see stars and fireflies, this morning to see clouds like tiny puffy creatures, singing with the sound the wind makes, wild happy creatures. Like me.