Fox Opera: Solo Finale
		Dice's Spring Rd., nr. Naked Creek June 11, 2006 11:56 p.m.
			I dreamed last night that I was carrying the fox's body. I don't know if she was dead or not. Her presence was alive, though, in the landscape. I was scrambling up and down ravines of winding paths and trees and rocky outcroppings - pale, almost white dirt, silver rocks, towering pines. I came to a rock with an uncertain darkish ground below, stood for a moment, and jumped   -  plunged into a deep green pool of water. When I came up, the fox's body was gone, and what remained in my hand was a dark seed (like the pawpaw) and a bit of reddish-silver fur.