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I drove home late last night.
I was coming across the tiny Franklin Bridge in Los Feliz when she found me. At first, I thought she was a dog - but then, just as my coyote has done so many times in my hilly wanderings, she sat down - right in the spill of my headlights.
She faced me. She gave me that long, familiar yellow gaze, bushy tail curled around her on the tarmac, unmoving. After my startle wore off, she blinked at me, dipped her chin groundward, and ambled off into the overgrowth of someone's untended yard.
She couldn't have been my coyote - that's miles away, not in this little urban enclave of tighly packed houses and thin, wandering streets.
I'm having a little trouble understanding why they're seeking me out. I've come to look forward to the company of my coyote on the trail in the morning, but this is getting curiouser and curiouser.
I've come to realize that, in the last three months or so, I have read/listened to little or nothing current-events related. Perhaps this means that I've finally turned Amurrican. Am I paying heavy taxes for it? Are they bulldozing my house on account of it? Is my immediate family/lover/extremely close friend dying of/over/because of it? Am I infected? Then I don't care! Pass me the Cheetos. Burp.
"But who can say what's best? That's why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a lifetime, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives." - Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood