I live in an urban world. But through an accident of extraordinary good luck our house borders on three hundred acres of conservation land in the middle of the city. And we have coyotes. It is a miracle.

The coyotes are out tonight. There must be at least four of them and maybe six or more. They sound the way the Northern Lights look in the sky–something so large and incongruous your heart stops and you just have to open the windows and pay attention.

God speaks in many tongues.