Cool morning air, beautiful bird song, and alternating views of trees, grassy fields, and the sea greeted me this morning as I went for my every day walk. My beagle wagged and trotted just a little out front, taking the leash to full length and then coming back, happy to sniff a little in the ditch and then return to a steady trot by my side.
Slowly, I realized I hadn't seen any other walkers, or runners. I remembered one of my neighbors telling me of a black bear sighting on our country road. I walked a little faster, and started looking at the underbrush beneath a treed area beside the road.
My right shoe started eating my sock, pulling it down under my right foot. I slowed, thinking about fixing this annoyance.
Then a strange musky odor filled the air, and my dog stiffened with interest.
What happened next?
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"We live by faith, not by sight." 2 Corinthians 5:7