“When I am silent,
I have thunder hidden inside.”
Crisp air blows across the water, pushing me along frozen sand and smooth icy stones. Tucked inside warm, heavy winter boots, my toes curl instinctively, as if hugging the earth beneath them will keep the person they are attached to from falling. Waves crash headfirst into the shoreline, scattering fresh sand not yet frozen across the land.
Pure silence surrounds me. My ears, attuned to the slightest nuance of sound, hear only the pulsating incantations of the mighty lake beside me. In the moments before dawn when the suns rays have yet to peek over the horizon, I find myself once again on the shore of Lake Superior. Drawn to this mighty lake by some unseen force, I walk as closely to waters edge as I can, daring the frigid winter waters to grasp at my boots.
An ancient bloodline runs deep within my veins, a silent thunder that joins the rhythm of the water and resonates across barren ground. My spirit reverberates, swiftly moving back and forth in a sensual dance with wind and wave. Allowing myself to become one with the natural forces around me, I close my eyes. While waves thrust themselves at my feet and wind batters exposed skin; my body remains strong, solid like the stones cast upon this frozen ground.
Early morning calm enters my soul, temporarily grounding a wandering spirit. Slowly, eyes heavy with knowledge force themselves open. The corners of my mouth twitch upwards – I know who I am. My silent thunder has been awakened.
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