like a bear in it, except that all of the hems are edged by a band of gold so rich that it shines as though sunlight were hitting it all the time, inside, outside, on cloudy days or in the middle of the night. if there is the least glimmer of light, that coat shines, and there has so far always been a glimmer of light.
i haven’t knocked into anything for weeks and weeks.
and yesterday i saw for myself our bear on ridge road. we met halfway down the long hill. i must tell you that he did not look haunted or hunted or hung-over, nor did he look sad. 