spiritstuff
And then the wind picked up, once, twice, thrice, each time stronger and longer and I felt that we should go before the voice of the place was raised to press the point.
We left, and the journey took no time at all. The world still turned around the place that we left. We were escorted on our way out by a bird of fire I had not seen before on the island, do not expect to again. We entered the wood, emerged again, departed toward the car. Quietly. To keep respect.
