Wafting up from Fish Creek Park – middle of my night, while groundhogs slept, music through my window. Coyotes communicating. You might think it a howl or growl. No pretending, sounds to me like a call to gather, to-be-wild.
morning walk: -7C/19F, some clouds, calm, coyote howls that squealed up from the park muffled by early traffic – Gusta happily marching along our familiar path and I wonder what my path really is …
