Night Visitor

Alone and happy in the peaceful quiet of a still Wyoming night, snow just finishing up it’s soft caress, leaving the night muffled and luminous. Walking out into the cold, I feel a shiver of unease, enough to make me look over my shoulder into the surrounding blackness. It is the distinctive and unsettling spike of chill on skin that comes from being watched. At the time, I laughed at myself, decided it was a fiction I created from being so far away from another human being, from the eerie black pressing in around the edges, but now I think it was you- your golden eyes on my back, circling around the edge of the night as I went back inside. Were you padding silently across the snow, leaving your bold tracks right up the path for me to find in the morning?

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2 Responses to Night Visitor

  1. Michael says:

    I love the images that your words depict!!

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