Venturing Forth Alive into the Fullness of the Day

In the middle of the night, I woke to a plaintive, bugling cry. I sat up. Looked toward out the open window toward the woods. The cry stopped. Seconds later it came again. Loud, and yet distant—across the river? An animal to be sure. But what animal? An elk perhaps.

We watched. Shone the flashlight. Listened as the cry repeated. After ten minutes, it stopped. I snuggled back under the blankets, feeling oddly alive from the night’s mystery.

The next morning was a brilliance of sun and wind. A perfect day for a walk. I strode across the field and woods. Crows did their ariel dances. Clouds rushed, full of places been, places yet to come. I felt alive and full of ringing bells. This moment became life penultimate. How extraordinary simply to venture forth alive into the fullness of the day after mystery in the night.