Up from the waters edge, where it had been hidden by an ice bank... across the beach, and up the steps right in front of us.... small paws strumming the snow in whispers we could hear, was a beautiful, tawny brown Fox. I know how it sounded and looked because we had time to stand in awe... and even Meander stopped panting.
It ran past us and into the darkness. I said a prayer of thanks and Meander started sniffing.
Gifts.
(I'm Facebook 'friends' with Tom Skilling, the weather forecaster... and people send him photos. This came from someone who took it from their deck. What I would do to watch two Foxes play.... )
