IT IS NOON BEFORE my wildest winds are caught in the jug. My tame winds I leave free, including my herding wind, which is still guarding my goats. My buffering wind continues to cushion Hannu’s workshop. I hope they will keep at their tasks, but if not, so be it.
In my mind I apologize to Hannu and to Arduk for not saying farewell. I couldn’t risk them stopping me.
Kezi, I am on my way to you.
I leap off the edge of the volcano.