turps

"wet and windy and dark" -- I could get lost in inspiration just from that. Shoulders hunched, but face lifted. Closing my eyes to the trappings tangling my mind. Here is only darkness. Feeling all swept up and blown by the wind, blissfully covered by the darkness. Thank God for the darkness. The dark rain washes the ache and the angst. A shower clean of emotional restraint. Let the freeing wind whip everything away where it can inhibit me no more. Truth hidden by the darkness.

or something like that.