Unicorn flowers

Saturday morning an intense thunderstorm blew in behind the sun, and the dogs seemed not especially keen to head out into it, but we went anyway, when it looked like there was a chance to catch the space between cloudbursts. The dogs were on a scent as soon as we stepped through the gate, and I let them point the way down along the old roadbed that’s now overgrown with frostbitten bamboo and blocked with fallen trees. And as we clambered over the last of those, we glimpsed a coyote maybe a hundred feet ahead, slinking around behind the construction supply warehouse.

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