This morning during my quiet time, something made me turn around and look out the windows. It was early and everything was completely still. Suddenly, 2 silent sprinters came racing down the road in front of the house. Coyotes. Kodie size*. In pursuit. Of what I didn't see. A gift so early in the day, of quickened pulse and amazement. What other magic stirs in the silent periphery?
*Coyotes in this area are genetically wolf/coyote and are quite a bit larger than coyotes seen out west.