I meet eyes with the jaguar. He seems to know what I’m nervous about. The jaguar somehow always knows what I’m feeling at any given time. Sometimes he leaves me alone, sometimes he doesn’t. I see him rise from his usual lazy position and figure this time he isn’t.

Welcome to jaguar!I'm excited to share this story, and whether it gets any reads or not is not something I want to dwell on. I want to be able to publish my thoughts through this story, so it's at least somewhere I can find it in the future.