Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.
I had never seen a live coyote before moving to New Mexico. At Morning Bray Farm, we see coyotes every now and then and hear them almost every night.
For the last several days, what looks to be the same coyote has been coming around. I suspect she has pups somewhere nearby.
As I thought about her yesterday, I realized I’m really happy.
I love the magic of this place. ♥