Seconds' post dawn...

It is early in the morning a few seconds post dawn. The melted butterscotch sky is streaked with baby blue and left over indigo. A nice squall blew up last night and the sand has no footprints in it. I cross the dunes: they are pregnant with sea oats. The oats sway so charmingly in the breeze and quietly support the island. As I come over the last dune I see something amazing. The biggest cat paw prints I've ever seen. I fit both of my feet and both hands into one paw print. After sixty seconds of sheer panic attack I think about turning and running but then I see him. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement: it is a quiet movement, like a ballet dancer. His mane reminds me of thick gold honey. His eyes command and pierce my heart. I am petrified. I cannot catch my breath. He is possibly eight or nine feet long, not counting his tail.
Somehow I feel he bids me, "come." I gently inch forward in awe and reverent fear. This lion could kill me with one swipe of his paw. I know somehow that he will not. After what seems to me like eons the lion waves his head up and down sending his mane like halo around him just like you would imagine it would. His unspoken message seems to be for me to come even closer so I do. His fur is rich like silk. I can feel the drum of his heartbeat. He lies down extending one pan and then another. I feel like he want me to get on his back. I have always wanted to do this (I am a big fan of the Chronicles of Narnia and Aslan). I have no doubt in my mind that this must be him. This is my time.
The sun has risen in the sky toward mid-morning. The cool breeze from day break in now warm. I walk back to my little cottage feeling rested and sated although I have not slept nor eaten. Everything I see is pristine. Just as I reach the sand dunes the earth quakes as if a terrifying lion has released his loud roar...I cannot help but smile.