yearning had strangled my days and nights so fiercely, with a thirst to once again feel the mountain’s wild heartrending roar. and a need to hear freedom waft back far beyond the shore. twisted, tied, and taut with desire, a deluge poised impotent upon untended lips, seeking succour through cold fingertips. a strike breaks. wind, and rain, and thunder begin their scry: love and purpose, once again on the rise.