Happy new year,
While in the desert, at approximately 00:03 January 1, 2011, I was almost eaten by a coyote. Or, standing on the other foot, I was suddenly and fleetingly connected to the protective presence of a majestic creature.
In my dream, I am a coyote now, passing unseen through the harsh nocturnal landscape. I am alone for the moment. The creosote scent of the rain-touched bushes hangs above the coarse sand, and through this gauzy cloud I follow the distinct scent I have been tracking. I am a patient, tireless hunter. I yip and bark at the moon because I can.
until next,
walter