artwork by Sally Lannier from Pinterest
The glow of the wolf’s golden eyes bore into the man. What was the wolf thinking? It had come out of nowhere, appearing on the man’ s path, as he was trudging home in the snow.
His hat was pulled down over his ears and his coat was zipped up to the top as a thick wool scarf encircled his face. He breathed into the warm scarf, feeling frozen in his tracks. Should he keep moving? What would the wolf do? The wolf wasn’t blinking an eye. His gaze was transfixed on the man, in this staring contest that had suddenly began.
Did the wolf smell the man’s fear? Was the wolf afraid? Were their cubs that it was trying to protect? These thoughts passed through the man’s mind as the golden eyed wolf continued to stare into the man’s deep chestnut ones.
If the man took a step forward would the wolf as well? Would the man see his home tonight? Even if he did make it past the wolf and make it to his home, would the door be thrown open to welcome him or would he be cast out, back into the cold? Was he really standing frozen in fear because of a staring contest with a wolf or was he more fearful to take the final steps home, not knowing what awaited him there.
They continued to stare and a sharp wind began to blow, as the light of the full moon shined down. It shone down on the lone two figures. Two figures who were caught up in a silent dance, wondering who would take the lead. Two figures who held secrets inside of them.
Gradually the wolf took a step backwards, and then another one, as his eyes still stayed focused on the man. Then in a flash he turned and the man watched the beautiful silver wolf run away into the deep snow.
The man stood there a little while longer, still lost in thought. Gradually he took a step forward and another one, as he continued on the path toward home.
Snowflakes began to fall and glisten in the moonlight. The snow shined like tiny diamonds. Soon the paw prints of the golden eyed wolf and the footprints of the chestnut eyed man were covered up by the falling snow. No trace was left of the secret meeting that had happened on a winter’s night, under a moonlit sky.
Great story to go with the image.
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Thank you Di!
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windows of the soul ❤
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😉 😉
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Beautiful 😊 it’s interesting how much we can sometimes tell about someone from into their eyes. ❤️
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Thank you and yes, eyes can reveal a lot at times.
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You’re welcome 😊 I hope you are having a wonderful week!❤️
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Same to you! It’s not bad I just keep thinking it’s the wrong day for some reason. I been a day ahead all week. LOL!
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Lol 😁 me too..which makes keeping up with my classes interesting.😉
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Haha!! Well glad I am not the only one’
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😆😁
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when the other’s secret is more powerful the wolf backed down – this story has such an amazing foundation.
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I love your insight . Thank you dear!
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I hope he found a warm welcome at home! We never really know what’s going to happen in our own lives, much less anyone else’s secrets. Sometimes a little of it does peek out through the eyes, though. Enjoyed this story 🙂
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Life is an adventure for sure! Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂 I believe he did find a warm welcome!
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Maybe the wolf headed to the man’s house, to await potential opportunity.
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Oh gosh, yeah that just paints such a pretty picture! LOL!
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Truly and wonderfully beautiful.
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Thank you Nico for your kind words.
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“The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.” – St. Jerome. A mysterious encounter between man and beast, each with stories to tell although unable to share, but a few minutes of their time. Thank-you!
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Thank you for the quote! 🙂
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