[travel journal excerpt, 20/5/16]
Atop Sigiriya, I was alone. On the precipice of the great island mountain, the wind grew strong. The gusts so great, it felt as thought it could carry me away. But the wind was filling me with a power, and it felt good. I closed my eyes and felt the awesome power fill me, and when I opened my eyes to behold the great landscape before me, it felt as thought I could fly. I got down on my knees and was thankful. The wind slowed down briefly, perhaps in response, and then continued to fill me with life.