081013 #dog *HIM strikes a wooden match on his zipper. It flares into life. He lights his smoke. ME watches with appreciative hunger. The whole scene takes less than a century, would probably fit within the warm hollow downhill of an old barn on a chilly spring night. You can go down in the hollow to feel a bit warmer. Talk to the creek. But slowly, and thank god for the luxury, slowly.* ME: Do you mind if I...? *Several rabbits, a coyote with a song in her throat, a family of raccoons on vacation, a litter of bugs and a star, all do not mind at all.* 081013 whatever else happens, I know this: I remain faithful to the word #trout #fish #crow #noshit