These are hours of the deepest darkness; where the intense mystery and the quiet may close in upon you in either comfort or anxiousness.
I was moving on the trail before three am, amidst that crispness and cold air the mountains are known for.
What I saw I was not sure; not sure at all.
A sense of something, a glimmer of not one but two small points of light.
Only its eyes...
It was a moment of reminder; of looking back to our ancient selves and where we have all come from.
I was reminded too that our four legged fellow companions are always out there, we most often simply do not see them as they view us.
This creature moved along with me, yet only the eyes could I see, and it moved in total and absolute silence.
We continued to share what I believe were a few more moments where each of us was wondering about the other. And then with a wisp of what may have been grey.
It was gone...
When I looked into those eyes I saw our wild past. It affirmed for me yet again that we are not so far from our other family out in the wild places as we may think.