a tall fox appears
in the garden’s night shadow
he stops – sits – alert
cautious from a safe distance
we eye each other
he triggers my cunning child
buried long ago
since grownups detest smartness
even hunt their kind
yet through our meshed lineage
recognition plays
in the nimbus between us
we affirm being
and our shape shifting stories
Next day I strung up my little hammock near that magic spot, with different views: 
Mostly, during these surreal lock down days, I sigh and groan a lot, bewildered by hilarious media stories and the never ending blame games, which, given people are bored, have gained major entertainment value – and this from my perspective of not having watched TV for years.
Keep sane my friends.
Course of Mirrors 
I LOVE this! You and your inner child have some wonderful memories, and you are great at keeping yourself sane with the craziness in the world. Stay safe and healthy. Thanks for sending the love!
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Oh thanks Gwynn. I’m never sure what to share these days. Meeting my fox child brought back memories of how I used to see through duplicity. My observations were of course admonished. Probably true for many woman of our generation. Keep well, love ☼
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From my home, I had to keep my mouth shut, but since we were surrounded by woods, when I was a child, I would go up into the woods and have conversations with me there. My support system.
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🙂 very familiar.
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Thanks Ashen
I had associated “nimbus” with types of clouds. Didn’t know it also means “halo”…..that’s a nice discovery, especially if you share one with a fox….and a tall one at that!
Rob xx
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My pleasure, Rob.
I needed a word that would clinch the vivid experience ☼ nimbus did.
Re: clouds, I recall writing a post about clouds. Think it was May 2014. Will find it. A x
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Found the post on clouds https://courseofmirrors.com/2014/05/02/clouds/
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