I wake to a feeling.
Someone is watching me. Someone is there. I can sense their eyes. I cannot see.
A slight movement in the distant woods.
A rooster crows.
It's morning. Spring is coming.
Mallard ducks fly overhead...beginning their northward migration.
And now - I'm quite certain - someone is here with me.
Slowly - my eyes adjust to the light of day.
And there they were.
Not someone. Not something.
A whole tribe stood there - as still as can be.
What is it that she's doing here?
Why is she here - in our playground - watching?