Wednesday, April 2, 2014
Brakes applied, the car came to a full stop on the right shoulder of the road, while the big grey wolf stopped on the opposite side to look my way. We gave each other a long stare, eyes locked, fully connected in some primitive embrace of consciousness. I knew, as I fumbled for my camera on the passenger seat that a photo attempt was never going to become reality, and so the wolf turned and walked off across the snow, swallowed by the birch and cedars. The whole encounter was over in half a minute, maybe less.
The further events of the day seemed fairly unimportant.