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.
A wee bit of time...
Days when he stayed a little longer and watched until he was out of sight. Conversations where he waited just a beat longer than his impulse to reply.
A wee bit of time well spent.
The smallest thing, yet it always delivered in nourishing ways.
He had a good feeling about today...
415AM. He took his dogs and thoughts for a walk. They led him down the street and up into the sky. A shooting star greeted them, falling to the earth like a stray ember from a sparkler. He stood there waiting for more…but it was just the one. Somewhere off in the distance he heard a fox cry out. He couldn’t make this stuff up. He stood there a little longer, soaking in the scene. The dogs didn’t seem to mind, their noses to the ground in the autumn leaves. He had a good feeling about today.
Change was in the air...
Blustery winds. Rustling leaves. And the shrill cry of a fox off in the distance. It spoke to him in a way that he couldn’t describe.
Change was in the air.
