Sunsets are beautiful. Moon rises are 1000 times better. Especially behind God’s Mountain in the Okanagan. Siting on the edge of the lake, it was like watching the most beautiful, cosmic display. The stars were crystal clear. The night air was warm and still. So peaceful and relaxing. Everyone had gone home early that night, and I sat there alone, happy to have a minute to myself to reflect. The light that glowed behind the mountain directly across the lake was so spectacular, like a GIANT spotlight on the row of trees that lined the top of the hill. The row of trees that you couldn’t wedge a finger between in the daylight, now parted to add clarity to what I saw. I saw you. Your silhouette was so clear I thought I could talk to it. But you moved and I saw another figure. A wolf?? You played with it. I could hear you laughing. I wondered if it was your beloved dog, Nikita. I stared at both of you for several minutes. Memorizing the landscape so I could examine it closely in the daylight. But I didn’t have to. You came back 3 nights in a row.