Hecate (bytorchlight) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-30 10:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | hati, hecate |
find the end, let us start again
Who: Hecate and Open
Where: Late Night NYC meanderings
When: Late Sunday Night/Early Monday morning
Warnings: Rain
It was dark, the wind howling outside of her home, tree limbs battering the windows. It's not the first storm that's occurred since she moved here. It's the first though that she's had the opportunity to go and dance in rain that stings the skin from the force of the wind. Revitalized, alive. It's the only thing about living in the underworld she didn't like, not feeling the wind whipping around her, and the rain pelting her skin. Cold too. Colder than she expected it to be, this close to April.
She didn't mind the cold though. The puppy was safely tucked into it's room for the night, and the last check on him had shown the molosser to be sleeping, blissfully snoring on his side in the basket she'd put together for him. The door closed once more, she had stepped out into the night and started her evening's ambulatory.
Walking through parks and streets, slipping into the subway when the wind died and the rain came in drenching sheets, walking along tracks closed til morning rush hour from station to station through the darkness, and then re-emerging when the wind started to howl again. For hours she played these games with the night. Her eyes lifted now and again to the moon that was hers, to the sky that had once been mother.