I Looked for Him...

He was there, I'm sure, in the beautiful park that I'd hiked through last night.

He wasn't riding this bike though. He was running in his wolf form. Birds were singing throughout the woods, the sound of highway traffic drifted in the intermittent breeze. But without a wolf's hearing, I couldn't hear the river flowing down below. A sweet scent wafted in the air. I tried to conjure up what it could be. It didn't matter. It perfumed the air and made the hike even better.


Except for Alaskan-sized m...