A couple nights ago I was witness to a very wonderful, albeit brief moment. My dog Ginger is getting older, and doesn't have quite as much mobility to climb stairs and the like, so when I take her out to pee I carry her and then stand by the door waiting for her to come back to the porch.
It was probably some time around 2 AM and Ginger had woken me up to take her outside. I was standing by the open door, waiting for Ginger to come back inside, when in the quiet still of the night I heard the timid vibrato of an owl's hoot, immediately followed by a chorus of coyotes.
There's something so brilliant about the sound of coyotes. It chills me to the chore but also astounds me- it's beautiful. I feel some primal version of myself stir inside and for a brief moment overtake me.
That was just the sensation from the comforts of my screened in porch with a fence, and the sound of the coyotes far in the distance.Imagine what it could be like when Clara and I are out there, and we hear some. Terrifying. Gorgeous.
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