Whiskey

I run into Whiskey on the coldest days. She's gray and sand and holds her back paw tightly up. It was damaged when a car hit her years ago. Whiskey and I usually size each other up and walk our own directions when we meet. Maybe she does that with everyone. She's become a regular though most visitors stop and stare at her from behind their cars. Whiskey's big for a coyote, she's beautiful, that's why people stop. She also blends in with the dusk-light and snow so I usually don't see her until it's too late for me to avoid her. I'm spellbound when I see her. Today was no exception. It was the perfect way to begin the new year I have named: 20!!: Year of the Nomad. It will be an adventurous year-- one to break the bad year streak I've been having the last number of years-- I predict....ok, I hope. No resolutions, just one a prediction. May it come true. Whiskey started my year.