a twister at the temple

on the last night of burning man the temple is burned but during the day there is a drum circle with dancers and musicians. we danced barefoot for hours as our last exhale in the wild desert to the beats of many hands as the rhythm ebbed and flowed. the wind was strong that day and as our feet tired and drums became silent a twister went right through the temple, through us, and on into the playa. for a second or two we were completely enveloped and the air was an orange swirl of sand and sunlight.