In my life, I met with two foxes.
I remember the meeting with the first one. It was during my careless youth, when I decided to go back home by feet when I got bored in a party. It happened quite often. It was not a simple hour of walking by night, but three long hours of diving in the abyss. The night is a univers apart, unsuspected things happen when humans fall in the arms of Morpheus. There is a fauna which awakes, a nocturnal world, mysterious and fascinating, the kingdom of the night. I met the fox in the middle of an infinite road, stayed still. No noise, no car, only the sparkle of the stars and the glance of the moon. He stared at me, disturbed by my presence; I’m not part of his world, I had nothing to do here. He fled furtively, silently, without trace, letting the road free for me to continue my adventure. It was the instant of one second, but I found it magical.