It was like walking into life itself as she opened the door to the dark chill of night.
So very cold.
It felt good against her skin, awakening nerves dulled by sleep and underactivity. Her first footfalls were silent, but solid. The ground seemed to push back against her steps, lifting her up into the serene skyscape of clouds and stars.
Her breath coalesced into mist as she exhaled, and the next cloud escaped through a smile. Her rhythm was anything but quick, and yet everything joyful as she strode away from feelings of infirmaty. She wouldn’t go far, but she could go.
The cement appeared as the future as she stepped forward and then vanished into the past as she left her last stride behind. The street lamps cast halos; the tree branches and mailboxes -shadow puppets.
Her gaze held on the lights of an illuminated neighborhood sign behind the road hers would soon join. She glided forward, the constant surroundings taken as a given…until a silent whisper of movement moved across her intended path.
The night soaked creature moved like a ghost, lithe legs carrying it quickly between the lights and the woman where it became mere silhouette. A slender, wild frame, a slightly bushy tail. It’s figure as an entirity so natural and recognizable, it might as well have been a greek bust.
As suddenly as it had appeared, it stopped as though posing. The backlight of the neighborhood sign behind it casting the wild figure in perfect profile. The head raised curiously, pointed ears perked as it’s golden eyes glowed like moons against its dark outline. Every fine and windblown hair that framed it was sharper than any picture and radiantly shadowed in a detail that seemed supernatural.
She hadn’t realized it, but she had stopped as well. As the moment progressed, she remembered to breath again and wondered how long it had been since she’d stopped. There was no fear in the air between them. There was no threat. One set of eyes looked at another, but she couldn’t help but think this creature was granting her this moment.
She was grateful. It was beautiful. Perfect. One-of-a-kind.
A moment made just for her by the unlikely intersection of two night dwellers’ coincidental paths.
She yearned for a picture, but the moment she reached to her pocket, it was as though the contract had been breached and the coyote looked away as though saying-
She smiled wide as a child as the canine ghosted away along its initial path and out of sight with the speed of a blink.
This moment was hers and its and no one elses. A snapshot that only her mind could ever see in all its fleeting perfection.
This is not a picture of that coyote, and the above is the best I will ever manage where giving others my experience last night is concerned. It was an amazing moment with a gorgeous animal. It was unexpected, emotionally moving in a way that surpasses words, supernaturally peaceful, and made even more beautiful for the unlikelihood of our paths crossing when and as they did.
So today I’m grateful for the sensation I had and still have looking back- astonishment. Sheer wonder.
For all our science and modern advances, there are still those moments that we can never hope to recreate artificially. Those scenes that are amazing because we did nothing to create them. They are given to us by intersecting realities and paths which cross unpredictably.
These moments don’t just brighten the time in which they happen, but every moment afterwards as we look expectantly forward to the next time they might occur.
And they could happen at any moment.
~all the love~