Went for a walk along the river tonight and met a coyote.
Full moon, deep sparkling snow, coloured lights and smell of woodsmoke.
He's moving along, silhouetted against the sky, and when I stop walking he notices me and stops, too.
Head up and alert; we stare at one another.
He ducks his head and paws at the snow.
Head up again for another look, then a hop-skip-jump and he bounds lightly away.
Coyote: the trickster.
Remember your sense of humour.
Keep your eyes and ears open.
Keep an open mind.
Be prepared for sudden twists in your path.
Thus avert danger and, if you're lucky, notice the extraordinary.
Happy New Year!