Mr. Bunny

I live in the desert Southwest. These days it's in the high 90s, and feels hotter in the sun. I've been practicing T'ai Chi in my back yard in the evening, right around sunset. Although it's still quite warm, the shade is deep, and the occasional breeze is most welcome. (Evaporation is a cooling process, I learned in school.) The uneven lawn presents an entertaining challenge to the balance.

A few nights ago, a wild bunny zipped across my path about 10 feet from me. What a surprise! I think it made me wobble.

A night or two later, he sat and visited with me for 5 minutes or so as I loosened up, then hopped away somewhere. Lifted in spirits by this brief bonding with nature, I began praciticing the form. (I am learning the Kuang Ping Yang right long form.) I turned to face away from where Mr. Bunny had sat. Later in the form, I turned back, and there he was, watching my every move, as if he found me as fascinating as I did him.

Tonight he was waiting for me when I went out to practice. And he hung out with me the entire time. I think we're becoming friends.