Yesterday we walked in the forest, and I picked blueberries, looked for mushroom among the dark trees. It was raining hard and water streamed down the forest path, making it difficult to walk, and yet it was beautiful out there, especially when the mist came in, turning everything silver.
On our way back I gasped as a great animal crossed our path a little ahead of us. I whispered for my husband to be quiet and I pointed to the trees, where the moose had disappeared. We saw her dark form move between them, and I was sure we had frightened her away when she suddenly stood before us, apparently just as surprised as we were. We stood frozen for a moment, staring at each other.
Her ears twitched as she seemed to regard us, what we were, if we were dangerous in any way. I felt timid and awe struck, because she was so big and beautiful, and I had never seen a moose up close before. I felt she was a gentle creature, and yet at the same time I was a little afraid that she might see us as a threat and run at us. I moved a little, and then she turned, running back into the forest.
I let out a breath and felt a little sad that I had frightened her away. I wished I had been calmer, that I could have looked at her a little longer. Still I felt grateful for that short, rare moment when we had seen each other.