WILD LIVES

There is a quieter world woven into our own—one of summer-coated ermines darting through green undergrowth, urban red foxes threading softly between sidewalks and woodlots, and a lone moose paused in a golden field along the highway’s edge. Along forest floors and the margins of lakes, ponds, and rivers, turtles bask, frogs stir, and mink and raccoon leave only ripples and pawprints behind. These are the neighbours we so often overlook, and when we do notice them, it feels as though we’ve been gently let in on a secret — privy to a fleeting, tender moment that was never staged for us, yet somehow graciously shared.