She Is Here

What has happened? Who can tell? Something is amiss. I can feel it, but is it only me? Are there others who suspect? The sun has arrived. Does she know? I go outside and I sniff the air. Something is off. An unusual vibe. I would not be surprised to see a moose in the woods. It is that far off. And I am a long way from Canada. What of a mountain lion? They have strayed this far before. I stand and listen. My short dress breezes against my knees. Whatever it is, I can feel her, and she me.