I looked up at the treetops. The forest was silent and still. The sound I'd heard was the tree limb plummeting through the canopy. If I were standing 18 inches to the right it would have broken my neck, killing me instantly. But I was standing 18 inches to the left. The dog trotted back, sniffed the limb, barked at it. I called her and continued down the path, heart pounding a little harder, autumn colors a bit brighter, feeling grateful, marveling.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Even in California, where the seasons are subtle, we have reds and golds and russets enough to turn your head. The dog and I were walking along a forested path, drinking in early autumn, when I heard the flapping of great wings above me. In that split-second of wondering -- sounds too big for a raven, could it be an eagle? There are no eagles here -- a tree limb smashed down onto the ground a foot and a half from where I stood. The dog yipped in surprise and darted away.
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