A Few Field Notes

The responsiveness of life, feeling around for it

The other day I went for a walk, and a beautiful coyote crossed my path.

I had stopped to revel in a jewel of blue sliding overhead. The winds were up, as they often are across the Sierra Crest. The clouds were careening across the horizon in a mad dash towards some unknown destination. The sky was obscured, save for this transitory opening - which I app…