Aug 27, 2013
Uila kept Mount Pele at his back as he walked along the beach. The sand stirred a few inches above the ground as if a localized sandstorm thanks to the static electricity Uila had built up in his personal space. He felt it brushing his skin as he walked and forced himself to stop.
Staring at the sea he counted the waves.
"One, two, three," He started again, forcing himself to exhale or inhale each time a wave crashed upon the shore.
The sand settled and his energy calmed, but Uila's nerves were still on fire. He felt as if the spirits had been trying to tell him something for days, but he couldn't relax enough to get the message beyond a garbled humming at the periphery of his mind.