The music played, my eyes were heavy. The wind whipped behind me. I turned to listen to the rapping rain. I drew the sigil of wind.

For a time, I could not tell my own breath. I lost myself in the swirl. I drew the sigil of air.

I washed my arm clean. I felt sick. The sensation mattered - no picture would have captured that. In my heart, I drew the sigil of "With Those We Love Alive."

Why did I draw these things?
"Because I am alive."