The beast was wrapped in the arms and legs of a beautiful woman who sung to and howled with me as we watched the lights on the water, whispering secrets and loving confessions. Then we travelled on to a house party, where I had to cuddle against a fuzzy-sweatered man for warmth until Mr. Yes and the owner got home. Then I danced with a crazy animal of a man, the beautiful woman and Mr. Yes. A few hours of Mr. Yes and I breaking taboos and a few hours sleep and we were ready for a good breakfast, a shower and a long nap so we could begin all over again Saturday night, when I had some sort of fever and ended up dancing outside in the chilly air wearing just jeans and bra, singing to the fish and the stars. Good deep sleep, sweetness, coffee, a trip to a nearby park to walk a stone labyrinth and walk the ridgeline trail with Mr. Yes, then curl up on a bench in the sun like satisfied cats, too lazy to chase the fat ground squirrels.

The beast likes formless spiraling weekends and starlit dancing.