The sky is bright with hardly a cloud, but a storm is on the way. I can feel it in the way the air tastes. There’s magic in the wind.

Witch weather is what my gran always called it. My favourite weather. The moment when the wind turns, that brief second when the air fills with static. And in that moment, that second, when the thunder rumbles and the lightning strikes and the floodgates open, you can feel every part of yourself come alive.

I pull my scarf up around my head and walk outside, ready to use some magic.


inspired by this tumblr post