Glove Story

I lost my glove last week on Chocomount.
I liked that glove. It fit like one. It held on tight to a pair of binoculars for 6 years helping to observe Northern Fur seals out in the middle of the Bering Sea. It helped to warmly welcome a lot of interesting people into my life with a strong handshake.

So that late afternoon I retraced my footsteps while racing the incoming tide but as the sun began to set I called off the search.

This week I found my glove. At first glance I was so happy to see it hadn’t washed out to sea. Up close though I noticed that surrounded by Coyote paw prints, the tips of its fingers had been bitten off!!

I suppose there’s no love lost between Coyote and me….

Just glove lost.