the_hunter birdmad Orion in the pre-dawn sky sign of summer finally closing... memory of an intoxicated night on a mountainside in late September, seeming to watch the stars swing around as if my eyes were time lapse cameras when i looked away from her to see the sky The city breathed it's traffic sighs around us as the sunlight came, but in that veiled space of mind we were in, there was no world other than each other's voices, faces and the rocky hillside she seemed like heaven with the sun rising over her shoulder and the bats flying home to retreat from the sun 030929 ... mon the huntsman i a lone hare spotted fawn the hunter i remember the autumn alpine snows walking tracks 030930 ... spoons and the hunted 040706 what's it to you? who go blather from