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I stepped out into midnight where the air belied both hour and season. Coyote calls lit the night with a sharp whine that set off backyard dogs like a rogue alarm. Modulations in pitch gave the eerie cries an electronic sound, like an AM radio caught between frequencies. A fog shrouded the sky, glowing with the light of the moon. Nothing moved but the noise. I felt encased in a warm, suburban box, one whose limits were marked, and occasionally threatened, by the wild dogs that guard its borders. Thoughts of the unseen beyond where wild things roam played in my brain as I took in the moment: beautiful; surreal.

I might have stood there for hours. When finally I moved to go inside, it was with a lightness and ease I had not known before. And then I slept.