Prayer to Amihan
A cold breeze brushes my cheeks while a rain drops on my shoulder. City lights glare my travel as another work day is soon to arrive. I close my tired eyes and sink deep into the depths of myself, summoning, praying, heeding the riders of these chilly air. Sentient beings of the old times cursed to ride the chariots of winds till nothingness has become us all. "Bring him these cold warmth to rest his tired body to aid his weary soul and to calm his worried heart. He who is the keeper of my temporal shell. Beholder of my faith. The sanctuary of my sanity. I beg you to bestow him the peace to continue our journey even if only for a time."