Allow me to elaborate.
I was running at sunrise with my little pit bull, following his lead as he hugged a trail through the willows beside the river. I looked upstream and saw a bird, a big one, flying towards us.
I anticipated a blue heron since I’d just seen one in the distance. Herons stir something deep and reflective that I share with my sisters, so I stopped in my tracks to have a Spiritual Heron Sister Moment.
But what I got instead was a Sexy Owl Peter Moment.
If the stunning, yellow-eyed raptor noticed me gasping in awe just six feet away as he drifted by, he didn't show it. I dropped to my knees as his trajectory reflected in the mirrored calm of the river that was shimmering pink with the dawn.
Every inch of my skin flushed with goose bumps and my first thought, as it always is when I see an owl, is of my friend Peter who is handsome, charismatic and damn sexy. He has a smile that could melt a glacier and when he shines it my way I feel like I could melt one too.
Back in college after a night of margaritas or mushrooms or marijuana or all three (we were in college) Peter and I had the brilliant idea to go for a full moon hike. We climbed the hill up to the reservoir west of Fort Collins and when we got to the top and looked east, we saw the silhouette of a Great Horned Owl perched on a branch, perfectly centered in the brilliant white disc of the full moon.
We were as high as Kilimanjaro already, but that image and the timing and the absolute perfection of it launched us both into a higher realm of ecstasy, one neither of us will ever forget.
And I get to relive it every time I see an owl. And the sexy thing is, I know Peter does too.
What gives you a full-body sensory orgasm? Skiing waist-deep powder? Paddling into the Green Room on the Snake River? Come on, tell me.
Check out this owl video. I bet you can guess who sent it to me.