Morning hesitations that are inevitably tied to early wake up calls, floated around my head this time as well. The light of dawn was chasing the last stars out of the night sky and as I caught a glimpse of this game with the corner of my half opened eye, the decision had been made. Get up!
It is still fascinating to me how I have not learned in all this years that mornings like this have in tow the most memorable days.
The next memory that got stuck in the fishnet of my brain, was already deep in the wilderness. I was facing a classic intersection problem. Left or right?
If I go right, I will see the clearings, but really what animals dear to cross an open space these days...
If I go left, there is a warm sunlit slope, where someone might be getting their fur warm and toasty, before breakfast. Left it is.
Memories go blank again for the next few minutes, only to come surging out on waves of adrenaline, when I find myself driving alongside a galloping 200 kg red deer bull.
In the 15 meters that we shared a common goal of where we want to go, the only time I had, was to pickup my jaw that just dropped into my lap.
Ok, so no photo this time but at least I made the right decision at the crossroads. And I did it again at the next one and at the next one as well. Because what was waiting for me just behind the corner were three little... well two little fur balls aaaand their mother.
The energy she projected towards me was one of complete calm. When the cubs finally noticed- probably for the first time in their lives- a strange two legged monkey and got a bit excited, she just gave them a look that calmed them down and they started replicating what their mother was showing them. If I was writing this to myself I would make a note here about the tiny little tear of joy that came running down my cheek... but I wont do that. I was allowed to take a few more pictures and than they calmly wandered of, as did I. To the next crossroad.
*to prove it all really happened :) here is a vlog I made about it:
Jutranje oklevanje, ki je neizogibno vezano na zgodnje vstajanje, je lebdelo v moji glavi tudi tokrat. Zarja je z nočnega neba preganjala še zadnje najsvetlejše zvezde in ko sem igro jutra opazil skozi napol odprto oko ni preostalo drugega kot da se zganem.
Nevem kako, da se v vseh letih ponavljanja tega postopka še nisem naučil, da prav taka jutra prinesejo najlepše dni.
Naslednji spomin, ki se je ujel na cedilo mojih možganov, je bil že globoko sredi gozda, v križišču... Levo ali desno?
Desno so poseke, ampak katera žival si sploh še upa čez odprte jase. Levo je toplo prisojno pobočje, morda si po mrzli noči tam kdo greje kožuh pred zajtrkom. In sem šel levo.
Spomini spet mrknejo v črno luknjo jutranje zombi zamaknjenosti. Glava je na avtopilotu...
In potem, kot ponavadi, adrenalin brizgne v kri! Naenkrat ob mojem avtu docela nadrealistično, vzporedno z mano, galopira 200 kilogramski jelen!
Tistih 15 metrov kolikor sva si delila idejo o tem kam greva, je bilo čisto premalo, da bi naredil karkoli drugega kot ujel čeljust, ki mi je padla v naročje.
Ok, fotke ni, sem pa vsaj v križišču pravilno zavil. In še v naslednjem in v naslednjem tudi, pa tudi na zadnjem, ker tam so me pa za vogaloma čakali trije cukri... No pravzaprav mama in njena dva cukra.
Nekaj takšnih srečanj sem v fotografskih čevljih že dal skozi, vendar še nikoli v tako nenavadno rosnem jutru. Rose je bilo toliko, da se jo je nekaj ujelo celo na mojem očesu in je stekla po licu... Rosa sreče, se temu reče... Poguglajte.
Medvedko, če jo bom še kdaj srečal bom klical Mila. Mir ki sem ga občutil ko sem jo opazoval je izžarevala ona, ko mi je vračala pogled. Začudenje svoji knedlov, ko sta vrjetno prvič v življenju opazovala oblečeno dvonožno opico, je z enim pogledom in gesto telesa umirila. In potem so me v miru gledali vsi tije, in jaz njih. In ko je prišel čas so šli oni svojo pot in jaz svojo, do naslednjega križišča.
*v dokaz da si vsega skupaj nisem izmislil za prvoaprilsko šalo :) pa je tukaj še vlog, svež s terena:
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