Gifts from Larkspur Street
Living in this part of town has given me so many gifts these last four years. Here are two from this week:
On Sunday, I almost skipped my run. I was reading a friend’s chapter on Virginia Woolf until it was nearly dark, and I was, well, a little glum about how I’ll be leaving my trails behind soon. Now, that is no reason to turn down a trail run, but you try telling that to the glums. Beckett and I got out the door anyway and zipped over to Barton Nature Area and ran out along the path by Barton Pond. Turning for home, I saw the most incredible moonrise through whispy clouds as swans and geese settled in for the night on the pond.
And, just this morning, as I was pulling out of the driveway to run some errands, who should happen across Barton Lane but our neighborhood’s resident coyote, looking auburn-tipped and prosperous in his splendid winter coat. He turned and took a long look at me with that broad, wolfish hybrid’s face before he stepped into the woods when I rolled down the window to enjoy him. It’s only the second time I’ve seen him, but I have often enjoyed his song.
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