Hawk Season Notebook #38 The Far Away Part In a dark room, you face a mirror... try to share a picture shaved from coyote-memory. Shallow at that end of the pool. Your voice is crackly-dry... an orphan. Who, indeed, is pulling those clouds across the sky? You shift weight from one side to the other... keeping in mind that there is no there way out there... not where the shredded story began.