In two and a half moons I will begin my migration north with the midnight summer sun. My polar seeds have been planted and received by the universe. Now, under the thunderous might of spring and rising light I skry with dirt and recharge my blood. Roots snaking down. Wings wrapped around the sun. Dreaming vividly by night and running miles each day. For weeks I cleansed with fruit and water and now I'm yearning meat. mind - body - spirit. You are what you eat. A wolf shaking off an endless summer-winter hibernation. My glands don't work with the Ohio seasons anymore and my brain chemistry is changed with a click of an intention and a change of latitude and altitude. This is what becomes of the extreme globe trotter edition of 21st century human evolution, me.