A raven, its ebony beak puffing steam into the cold morning air, caws from a branch, watching me with its keen eye. I acknowledge the birds that radiate a sentient glow on my walks. They remember you. I placed this couple, and a high-flying third on patrol in the Chiricahua mountains. An early fall storm approaches. I'm jealous of flight. I'm also jealous of the godlike views of the world. Given the bird's occult symbolism, I couldn't help but frame the three with some alchemical symbols, phrases and phases.
