The night was cool for late Spring.   A half moon illuminated the forest scene just enough to make me aware of shapes and patterns, and my place in the universe. For now, a spectator.

I could see the thin layer of fog wafting atop the water surface.   And, across the lake, a small opening in the woods by the water’s edge. Then a moving shadow seemed to take shape as it stood on a partly submerged rock.  A wolf. Judging from the size, probably a young female.  She looked up at the moon and burst into song.

I felt so privileged to listen in, as her song filled my senses; so… accepted.
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