What does it mean to be, if I don’t think that I am?
The dawn began with a humbling, powerful encounter. I stepped outside to gather morning air into the lungs and there she was. She must be about 400lbs. I watched her saunter out of woods, determined to sweep together a breakfast for two obedient cubs. She had no interest in my presence, beyond making note that I was nearby. I gently backed away inside, and she appreciated that. We forget we are part of the wild. Every moment demands respect.