eldritchhobbit

From:

helveticat.livejournal.com

Oh wow, why couldn't I've had you in college? Those classes sound absolutely wonderful. And I love the Mars books.

(skipping over Green to Blue...)

Now she shadowed the hawk, turning when it did, imitating the placement of the wings and tail. Its mastery of the air was like a talent that she craved but could never have. But she could try: bright sun in the racing clouds, indigo sky, the wind against her body, the little weightless gut orgasms when she peeled over into a stoop...eternal moments of no-mind. The best, cleanest use of human time. But the sun fell westward and she got thirsty, and so she left the hawk to its day and turned and coursed down in giant lazy S's to Overlook, to nail her landing with a flap and a step, right on the green Kokopelli, just as if she had never left.

:-)