Thanks for that, Doc. An impressionist painting in my head; in that a red fox so imagined seen in the kind of golden, early morning light that I've been bathing in of late, with my sparrow mates as company, although they don't say much, nostalgically married to the memory of taking the Don Valley Pkwy back in the day when one could expect to enjoy a commute, at speed, and not the humiliation of a constipated progress, if you can call it that, in stop & go fashion while wondering why you even ventured onto a congested artery like that in the first place. I prefer to remember the DVP as unclogged, an open expanse with undulating pavement that made 'hi-speed' a challenge in an old car without traction-control and computer-assisted suspension, when a sudden encounter with a red fox might have been even more piquant.
