"I'm going hunting ... I'm The Hunter." (Björk)

Waking up, somewhere in Europe - brekki with Jessi - a girl I met in Seattle a year ago. Of course, I'll change her name once I start something with her. She was travelling last year with a gal pal who we'll call Korynna. I wrote in my notebook back then, "Yum and yummier." (Never told 'em - they'll never know - don't worry, nobody reads this shit anyway!) Damn tasty. (The breakfast.) Waking up, one year later, and it's much later than I thought, and I vaguely remember drinking prosecco together in unison at 5 a.m. Pure bliss. Chuckled to myself, "I've had this dream for a year now, heh, heh!") I slowly awaken from my drowsy existence, and realize how beautiful my life is. She is, too. Look into those eyes, oh shit! This would be a dream for most mortals ... I'm such a lucky bastard. Surrounded by beauty!

A Poem: (called "Wild Hunter" or maybe "Paralyze Eyes")
"To dive into those eyes! To see the moon, and come out the other side!" Paralyze ... Went swimming in those eyes for what seemed like centuries. Timeless morning. And it's my birthday!!! Someone "up there" must like me. Coffee and toast and sheer elegance before me.

A new day begins. Morning has broken. Something new has begun. Peace. -Todd