While walking the dog yesterday, I stopped by a local pond. I sometimes pause here to catch my breath, relax, and switch the leash to the other arm before we walk back home. I spoke to Opal, telling her to stay as I started to roll my shoulders, and caught some movement across the pond out of the corner of my eye. It took me a second to realize that, staring back at me, was a moose. He was very large moose with antlers that were easily as wide as I am tall, his big nose dripping with the pond water. I stood there motionless, nervously watching him, as he regarded us, also remaining absolutely still as he thought through his next move. I glanced down at Opal, whose nose was twitching as she caught the scent of moose, and whispered to Opal, "stay... stay quiet." Slowly, this great awkward-looking animal, turned, and as graceful as a ballerina, tiptoed silently, back into the woods. I stayed for a minute more, hearing him move through the trees and fallen leaves, as the weight of the creature broke branches under his hooves and his antlers snapped low hanging limbs. Opal's ears swiveled following the sound, and her nostrils flared as she tried to capture and place the smell. When we could no longer hear him, I praised my good quiet dog and I walked her home, filled to the brim with a high that can only come from experiencing something so pure and natural.