upon hearing ‘you can’t do that’ the gaze looks off distant to a dumptruck allowing two cars to pass on the lone mountain road.

Supposedly these bones come from the north, cold, ice cold north something rings inside me looks out to the cold, yet wolves on the…

on irc, someone says it’s a waste of time – the air is thick with humid heat up here in the mountains.

such a wonderful evening – the clouds in harmony with the peaks.

Luminous! New moon. How you carry the fire of the sun across the sky. What unseen joy this is!