It’s 8:30 on a summer evening and time to get ready for the show. Pull a chair near the window, place drinking water and a snack nearby, turn off the phone. It’s become routine, and Shadow jumps to a spot that gives him a clear view of the front yard stage.
A few minutes before 9 o’clock a sleek shape appears like magic. Though I was watching, anticipating her entrance, I didn’t see her arrive. She’s simply there, as if she stepped through from another dimension. Built like a delicate canine with a huge brush of tail, moving like a cross between a cat and a squirrel, Fox explores the yard.
A master of camouflage, she’s either moving so fast she’s invisible or holding so still ... she’s invisible. She knows we’re watching, glancing at us now and again to make sure we stay on our side of the glass. She startles every few seconds, but it’s not us she looks at. Shadow is mesmerized, following her every motion with eyes nearly black to soak in the waning light.