The Tumbleweed Chronicles

I accidentally locked myself out tonight in a snow squall. There was the moon all foggy-luminous, trees creaking like old rocking chairs, and those lovely big cotton-puff snowflakes.  One really shouldn’t go wandering in the woods at night, but then there was a fox, and it stopped suddenly in its tracks. We stared at each other for a second, caught, and then he slipped into the trees. How can I explain to you that its just impossible for me not to follow.