Ursa Major directly overhead. Her brilliant galaxies of hydrogen. Hot. Burning bright. Laying on the cold dirt, we silently appreciate our surroundings, our company. Embellished with illumination, glowing from within. Our bodies, our act is stellar evolution. Friction, tension. The nuclear burning cycle continues. The rush, the skin taut against yours, the alternation between numb and explosive. It continues until all is exhausted. Breath. Sexual energy. Heat. Judgement. All is exhausted. Then collapse into darkness.

((excerpt from my personal diary, spring 08))