snapshot (1) visitor
It is night. I am sitting at the table reading. The sliding glass door closest to me is shut, but the one next to it is open in hopes of catching a breeze. I hear a noise and look up. There is an animal on the deck, looking in at me from the other side of the glass. It is less than three feet away. It takes my brain a surprisingly long time to come up with the right name, because I have never seen a live one before. It is a fox. We look at each other until I move. It disappears into the darkness.