Well we’re still here.

I guess it really was a case of the Mayan artisans running out of space on the stone.

Either We’re still here or I woke up dead this morning and haven’t really noticed.

I am of course watching for signs of reality failing you know… Like in The Matrix.

Thus far gravity and physics all appear to be in order.

I have noticed that people are perhaps a bit nicer today… Maybe it’s the relief that nothing happened. They’ll return to their nasty selves once the relief has worn off.

I did have the nicest little moment this morning.

Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera or phone with me to capture it.

I was standing out on the front deck sort of enjoying the world when a young coyote came trotting up the street. By nature these critters are very skittish and you don’t often get an opportunity to just watch them.

This guy didn’t know I was there and I froze silently waiting to see what he was going to do.

The coyote was beautiful, obviously young and I really enjoyed watching it paw at the snow and sniff the air. At first I didn’t understand what it was doing then I realized it was eating the snow so that it could get a drink. Makes sense because it’s been bitterly cold here and most standing sources of water are frozen.

I couldn’t tell but the coyote seemed almost lost. It was sniffing the air and would start to walk then catch scent of something new. It would investigate and then move on. After a short trip up the road it turned around and walked back in front of me again.

Then it turned and went up the main road, crossing toward the mountain. 

I couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty of the animal and while I know some people call them a nuisance I can’t get past the feeling that they have every much right to be here as I do.

I’m grateful that I got to have a few minutes of that special peace that I feel when I’m watching something wild and beautiful.

I hope the little coyote found his pack again.