Eerie rays of moon light filter through the pines, casting soft
dappled light on the weather worn asphalt. Looking skywards through a parting
in the forest canopy I watch as the South Easter, howling up amongst the Jonkershoek
mountains, buffet clouds in front of the full moon. The wind, snarling in the
stratosphere, is less intense on the valley floor, but still it tugs at my
hood. A sudden chill races up my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck
rise as my pulse races.
Anticipation - fight or flight.