A few remarkable things I've yet to remark on

There was the brightness of the full moon a few nights back and the way it shone upon the white clouds. I wanted to look for someone who would appreciate it too, but I was alone and managed not to turn my head.

And a coyote trotting up the road in the path of my headlights. When it turned off the road, I stopped the car, rolled down the window and talked to it.  It's ears moved and it stood still, watching and listening.  I thought I saw playfulness.

First warm night last night, and I slept with the door open. A tree creaked in the breeze, and in the morning, birds.