Concrete

In the grey stone canyons I saw the wolf. It was hard to see his pelt against the smoke and haze, but he was there. He was for a moment more concrete, more solid, than the aggregate of civilisation's experience. And then he winked, and was gone.

I stood for a moment in surprise. Then I heard a mocking caw, the cry of ravens since Noah, "Ark! Ark!"

I looked up, and for a moment there was an amber eye laughing in the darkness. There were amber eyes laughing in the grey. And I felt almost like an insect trapped in that amber. Until I too saw wolf and raven clearly, and was free.