Eyes closed, she stands atop the mountain.

Hair blowing wildly, head back, face to sky.

She howls at the falling darkness;

Slivers of moonlight catch their reflection

In her silver hair.

She howls long and loudly.

Releasing every joy, pain, love and fear

Her heart has ever carried.

As the last echo of her cry is heard,

She opens her eyes, straightens her blazer,

And stares at the screen before her, 

Willing her mind back into the moment at hand.