Sherod was already asleep. We continue to be squished into the upstairs living space, clothes laid out on trash bags on the floor while the flooring goes down in our bedroom closet. I was still filled with restless energy so I sat at a small round table a few feet from the bed, writing. All of a sudden, and from very close by, a piercing, sharp keening filled the room. Coyotes were out in the field across the road from us. That sound, the fierce darkness of the night, the big questions waiting to be answered: all of it so wild and untamed.