and searches the breadth of the dream for the beloved
(during the night of mist while i waited for my beloved, i played this music, Ólafur Arnalds' "Faun." i rode slowly along beside the river with my window open taking photos and gasping as this bird glided along with the music, rising and then violently plunging, only to ascend again, clearly as torn open as i was. i wish i had taken video of it but instead you will have to imagine.)
