4-15-2025

Sitting at the lake below, I spotted a couple coyotes making their way across the ice. They surely smelled my track coming through the outlet a few hours ago, and knew a storm was fast approaching, but were not acting wary or hastened in the least, taking their time, right out in the open, spread out as they went sniffing about their business. It must be tough making a living around here, but dwelling at one with the utter beauty, like contemplative monks, must have it’s rewards.