At the risk of sounding like a cliché, it was destiny. Fate had brought us together…
Never did I think he would look at me, let alone notice me. Why would he? My hair was a mess, I wore no make-up. I was hidden in the shadows, willing him to look at me yet afraid of his reaction. Would he see me and look away, or worse, see me and walk away.
Yet as I stood, admiring him from where I took shelter within the shadows of the night he looked up, our eyes locked. Time stood still. Even my heart seemed to have stopped beating for fear the noise would break our trance. Looking into each others eyes it felt as if an eternity had passed, yet in reality it was probably only a matter of minutes.
Alas there was a noise from behind him, he looked in that direction. The spell that had drawn us to each other was now broken forever. That invisible bond that had us looking into the very depths of our souls, gone. The moment was over, never again would we feel that exhilarating attraction. Would he even remember me, was I even a blimp on his radar?
However for me, I will never forget. It’s as if that juncture of time has been stamped permanently on my heart and in my mind eternally. What was I to do? What could I do? The only thing possible… I raced up the stairs, calling quietly to the children, “wake up, wake up, there’s a big black bear at the downstairs back door!”
Yep, there was the most magnificent black bear helping himself to salmon from Hubby’s smoker. Guess that answers the question to whether or not Hubby cleared out the smoker for the trash man last week. Plainly he hadn’t but it appears at least one fillet was enjoyed!
The reason why those fillets were still in the smoker was that Hubby had forgotten all about them after he’d put them in one evening for smoking, then evidently forgotten them again! These fillets were not only smoked but well and truly dried out hence they’d been left for “another time“.
That other time turned out to be the night before last. Bumping sounds could be heard from our back yard. Initially I thought all our deck furniture was being loaded onto a passing trailer. Turns out it was the smoker going from a vertical to a horizontal position that made the noise.
Fate had the outdoor bottom light on so that when the black bear stepped back after eventually prising a piece of dried-fish off a tray, that’s when I saw him. You should have seen me run – never has my body moved so quickly – directly from the bedroom down the stairs to the window less than two meters from where the bear stood. Close wasn’t I? I was behind that open window!Of course, tackling a photo of a black bear in the black of the night is akin to taking a photo of a snowflake in a snow-field so there is none. I assure you though it was NOT from lack of trying!
But oh… looking into that bears eyes, what a truly magical moment. To experience another moment like that, how lucky could one be? I ask… “mum, how much longer?”