I ran into a coyote on the street tonight. This has happened before, but the difference was the beautiful state of the thing. It had a rich pelt, was lean without being at all scrawny, and was moving with an easy gait. I'm told they live in the cemetery nearby, but that's across two busy four-lane roads. I tried to wave down a couple of drivers who were heading the beast's way, but they didn't so much as look at me.