I stood alone. No, I stood on the path to the beach captured in the gaze of one of God’s creatures; I was not alone. On foggy days the veil is thin. Time, space and sound are transformed by the mystery that lives in the fog. There was a soothing and nurturing blanket between my eyes and everyone and everything on earth. This blanket of fog was soft like rose petal oil anointing my eyes and clarifying my vision. The moisture in the air clung to me delightfully like a silk garment. Time had disappeared and only forever existed. Space lost all sense of boundaries and confinement. Sound became thicker as if there was honey in my ears.
In just thirty footsteps I could have touched and felt the essence of this creature but that did not happen. Standing there I was captured in their gaze as if I was the possession of this creature. My heart swelled with the longing to be owned and under the spell of the fox. We were attracted and repelled from each other at the same time like two north poles of a magnet. The dance of stillness was taking place between us. It was curiosity that tethered us together.
Locked together in each others gaze, all that we were, were two sentient beings in the salted fog of a quiet day. A day made by the creator. Two sentient beings created by God.
Roxanne Grace Sperry