Today, I was witness to magick.
I am outside, enjoying the gray day and cleansing myself with the help of the brisk, chill wind. A slight drizzle begins.
The air feels of energy.
I begin to ponder about the bite of the breeze and consider snow. It is raining sporadically. And quite cold.
Almost as soon as I release the thought from my mind, hail begins to fall--small frozen pebbles raining from the heavens.
My hair stands on end. I watch as the tiny ice globes bounce from cooler surfaces. I recieve a few and observe as they instantly melt upon my skin.
Oh. What a world.
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