Driving the “back way”, I leave the housing developments and go through open space.
There is a coyote walking slowly through the shallow snow, moving her head around, looking.
On top of the telephone pole there is a hawk, sitting, looking – to the west. Two poles down, there is another hawk, sitting on the wire, looking. This time to the east.
I am glad that I listened to the nudge to drive this way. Glad for the message to look.