When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night at the least sound...

I come into the peace of wild things

who do not tax their lives with forethought

of grief.

I come into the presence of still water.

And I feel above me the day-blind stars

waiting with their light.

For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free...

~ Wendell Berry ~

This morning I saw a lone coyote tearing after a running deer in the park. It came upon another walker with a dog and made an abrupt about face. It ran like lightning. It happened so fast, I almost could have imagined it.

(daily ex. update, morning walk with my dog 3.2 miles, pm tm run 3.5 miles)