How lucky to be able to observe this coyote in the meadows of Yellowstone. He was barely visible. He had seen me for a long time. But at no time was he afraid of me. He approached, while not losing his prey eyes. I found it beautiful, I was trembling to see it so closely. His coat was intact, the colors similar to tall grass. I took a picture before realizing that this exchange had been a beautiful meeting of life.