1 AM. The shrill cry of a fox wakes him. ‘Did you hear something?’ his wife asks. ‘A fox’ he says, throwing his legs off the bed, hurrying to the window, searching for the source of the sound. Two more times the cry comes, as he attempts to focus eyes that aren’t ready to cooperate. He smiles at himself for being up at this hour just to catch a glimpse. What a spell this creature has over him. What good fortune, he thinks, just to hear her. Somehow, knowing she’s out there fills him with hope and a feeling of luck that he wants to share with the world.
×