With a blaze of red against the white, she was startled out of her reverie with this visitor who stood stock still.
With head cocked he seemed to be listening to voices only he could hear, tuning into an older primal frequency we all used to know.
His breath materialized in the frosty air.
She waited, he waited. Each trying to determine if the other was friend or foe.
She was glad for the company, wished he would stay.
In his eyes, there was a reflection of Eden as if he remembered when we were all friends.
But he shook himself as if to shake off the impossibility of that thought, snow flying from his bright fur.
He wished, she wished.
They both wished for a time when the world was young.
He turned and trod down the path.
She released her breath.
She would remember this moment as a small miracle.
I was inspired to write this after seeing the movie, “Wild” photo courtesy of creative commons.