Water Prints, stilled from the sky are nature’s fingerprints upon the land. Wind and water and volcanism have brought the stain and they have dyed the firmament. In lead and carbon I dream, I re-live the day’s flight in an endless cycle of repetition. I imagine the underside of a bird’s wing drawing down upon the land to imprints its quills upon the surface. I see a giant tortoise dragging the pattern of her lower shell across the valley floor. The buffalo hooves thundering down the hillsides. The soft underside of my mind not wanting to leave the air, replays its true essence, its bodiless freedom for my semi-conscious mind to view. It is a reminder of who I am and who we really are which is boundless spirits tied to this ground but for a short time.