3
The day before I had seen him
...and this morning as I walked Finn,
I thought I had dreamed about him.
Running.
Stopping.
Looking my way.
At that moment, I looked up from my phone, looked to my right and swore I caught a glimpse.
A step further and my eyes widened.
There he was.
The fox.
He noticed me immediately and stopped in his tracks.
Sat down.
Then he laid down.
And I just stood there.
Eyes locked,
...sharing more than just acknowledgement.
His eyes trusting mine.
Comfortable.
Inquisitive.
Not running.
As if to say...
Let's stay here awhile.
4
When I walked Finn this morning I thought of him.
As we made our way along familiar routes…
…my eyes scanning the peripheries
Searching.
Hoping.
…on quiet, dark roads.
Except for the jingling of Finn’s dog tags…
…announcing us to the world.
We circled back.
Empty-handed.
Eyes left longing for the fox.
I dropped Finn back at the house to head out for the day.
Started the car.
Pulled out of the driveway...
…and headed back in the direction of our walk.
As I turned the corner there he was.
Crossing my path…
…almost as if he didn’t want to disappoint me.
Along his merry way.
Me.
Now…
…along mine.