I was awoken this morning at four a.m. by the howls of coyotes in the woods just on the other side of the field. They continued for some time and were answered by calls from the distant hilltops. I’m not certain why coyotes thus make their presence known across vast distances, but I suppose it serves some purpose. The cries, which were quite near, made the chipmunk who lives over the soffits in the overhang of my roof go nuts, and he scurried about in the walls making a giant fuss, as if he were trying to get out. This got the mouse who lives in the floor beneath the loft all keyed up too, and I could hear his tiny little feet padding around just a few inches from my head. After all this hullabaloo I got up and went downstairs. I stepped outside to look at the night, and saw Orion rising above Red Hill, crystal-clear in the dry air. It was the premonition of the year’s decline. I saw Perseus almost at the zenith, and though the peak of the Perseids is over, in just a few minutes I saw two meteors coming right from the warrior’s heart. Satisfied with this omen, the chipmunk, mouse, and I all went to bed.