You were always with me, like a light from inside

[sovay]

A coyote crossed my path as I came home tonight from a ferocious amount of pre-Hanukkah shopping and cleaning with my parents. I don't know that I had ever seen one suburban-wild before. It had a low-slung back, a dark-tipped brush of a tail, its neat-trotting feet like a cat's in the headlights. It disappeared down a side street.

I think the solstice coyote is a good omen. A trickster at the door of the year. We make our own light, but it never hurts to have someone on your side who can steal it.