Coyote: The Prologue

This is the story of one life, told out of order.

Not because the memories are broken, but because that’s how they return. In fragments.

In echoes. In moments you didn’t know were shaping you at the time.

Some people learn early that love can leave, that work can stay,

and that survival sometimes looks like movement. They say a coyote doesn’t chase,

it waits. It listens. It adapts. It learns how to live in

whatever landscape it’s given. Somewhere along the way, I realized I

wasn’t running from my past. I was learning how to carry it.