A late night encounter

As I was driving home last night from a wonderful ritual celebrating Walpurgisnacht, where I led an ecstatic dance ritual I call “Dancing the Brocken”, I saw a fox on the road.

Totally dark, “real country dark” as Alex DeLarge might say, and there was the fox in my headlights, happy as a camper.  He made his way into the field on the right side of the road and disappeared.

I know it’s just a random encounter with an animal late at night on the road, that happens a thousand times a day, but for some reason it struck me as being significant.

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