Something tawny crossed the road about 200 yards ahead of me and my dog, while on our morning walk. I didn't really get a good look at it, but what struck me was how graceful and fluid the motion was. Uh-oh. Can anything move like that except a cat?
In cases like this, it is best not to let one's imagination run away with itself. But laugh it off all you want, it still stays in your head on the rest of the walk, especially if the forest is thick and dark.
Early in the morning, spots of sunlight penetrate the forest better than in the afternoon. I looked out to these bright spots and imagined a frighteningly clear image of a mountain lion growling at me.
Therefore I benefitted from this unconfirmed sighting of a mountain lion. There is nothing interesting about thick spruce/fir forests, visually. But a little imagination made it interesting.
I should feel good about that, and yet, am reluctant to write about such things or to wallow in them, even when they please.
Dogs don't have that problem:
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