fox

" Words, words, words. There were no words then, just sensation: smell, sight, experience,

day and night, as flat and complex as a brocade held too close to the eyes for focus,

or a rainstorm full in the face. All details, no pattern. I have words now,

maybe too many. I try to describe the fabric to you, but words

will not make you wet or shelter you from the rain."

from: The Fox Woman by Kij Johnson

* fox painted in acrylics on card