Birth

Out of blackest night I was called to life. Thunder and lightning wrestled in the heavens and in the heat of their passion I was born. Within this frigid darkness I am not alone, for we are legion. In a maelstrom of violent winds we are carried higher, ever higher, until our numbers are too great for the winds to hold aloft. Silently, we begin to fall. Far below a child watches as we blanket his world.