Too many cop shows flash through my mind. "Why was she on the mountain alone at that time? What are those stains on her hand? Is the sketchbook a clue?" they say after her body was found by a jogger.
The sky changes from indigo to a pale blue, there are some red streaks from the rising sun. Mully and I are joined by joggers, walkers and other dogs. The silence is gone. the forest is no longer scary and mysterious. No one murdered us. Mully and I go home, she to her breakfast and me to my coffee and easel. Mully has her first of many beauty naps and I struggle to capture the menacing moment.
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