I've got this thing for foxes.
Anytime I see them...I feel like it's a sign of good luck.

On early morning walks with the dogs, I'm often on the look out for them.
Scanning ahead.
Whirling around and watching behind us as well.
Searching for that lucky sign.
Hoping for that injection of positive fuel.
A sign of good things to come.

So on this night, imagine the smile on my face.

Foxy, in plain sight.

Showing me the good luck right under my nose.