And the wind goes on

I wanted to transcribe this. I felt it last week, but the wind blows equally strong today and I have a sense that now is the time to prepare.

Something indefinable blows across my skin with the wind tonight. Something electric, perhaps carried in the humidity of the coming rain, perhaps carried in the sense of rising spring. Either way, the power of it rises and sings in my blood, awakening my passion, pulling at my sense of nature's wild desire until I want to erupt into an inferno of dance to this wilding call.

And I realize that no matter how humans try to beat it back, pave over it, or build shelter for themselves from it, we can never control it.

There may come a day when there are no trees left in the cities, but the weather will always be Wild.

And no matter how I may try to stuff myself into a city skin, my wild self will scent this in the air and break free from restraint, fully alive and powerful once more.

I will never belong here.
I need OUT of this city.