Being outside is my favorite place. I have always been the early bird (until a couple of years ago–a result of the increasing Cushing’s Disease exhaustion). This morning I woke a little before five am. After fighting to go back to sleep for about fourty-five-five minutes, I decided to get up, take my morning medicine, and use the bathroom. I went back to bed, but couldn’t lay still.
I could nap later, I thought. I started coffee then waited at the back door. There she was. This beautiful red-brown creature heard me bump the wooden blinds and turned toward the noise.
Beauty is wild, unable to be captured and tamed.
She was just on the edge of the field nearest our yard. My brain assumed it would be her, our neighborhood doe.
We stared in awe of each other for about a minute. Then it moved and a long fluffy tail went out behind it. I hadn’t spotted her.
“It’s a fox!”
Allyson awoke from her sleep on the couch, startled by my words.
“There’s a fox. I thought it was the doe. But it’s-” I loudly whispered.
Movement in the further part of the field closer to the trees that line the road interrupted me; now I spotted her, the doe.
I had been holding my phone, so I stumbled around the folders and apps and got my camera open. They were faster. I wanted video. I should have just started snapping.
First the fox began running. She reacted quickly. They both ran at the same pace, it seemed. At that, she would never be caught. I was sure. Maybe it was just a morning game for the fox. Maybe the fox is sick and couldn’t catch her for breakfast.
They disappeared behind the home next door and I went back to my bed.
“Wonderfully beutiful,” I said to no one. Allyson had gone to the bathroom.
I knew sleep would not return to me, so I got my coffee, headphones, book and pen.
The outdoors we’re inviting me. Settled in my lounge chair on the patio, I spotted her safely muching in her field.