There are days I’m a powerful lioness hunting together with my pride. Other days I’m a cheetah running with spectacular bursts of speed. Sometimes I’m a spoiled, domestic cat sleeping in the lap of a friend, by a warm fire.
I learned tonight that the lynx is found in boreal forests that have cold, snowy winters. But what caught my attention about this beautiful predator, is its sense of solitude. The lynx likes to hunt and travel alone. Alone. Sometimes it’s nice to be that way.
As the icy snow adds deeper dimension to the undulating ground cover and the winter chill ignores the thermal windowpanes there is an odd sense that time has stopped. Tonight, I imagine myself a lynx and the idea of being alone is a nice one. Alone. Sometimes it’s nice to be that way.
Thank you. May you dream a soft, sleepy winter night and traveling quietly, your paws softly pattering in clouds of snow.
Lynx created in 2007