Zandelf burst into the room, equipment hanging from his shoulders, shoes muddy and scuffed. His entrance brought with it a surge of energy and excitement, along with the faint smell of damp vegetation and something earthy. He flashed his wife a wide grin and her heart skipped a beat, like it did ten long years ago when they first met.
Carefully, the cameras, tripod and bags of who-knows-what were deposited at their respective storage spaces. Tossing his hat onto his desk, Zandelf pulled his wife in for a big, sweaty hug.
“Oh God, no!!!” she screamed and half-heartedly fought back. He loosened his grip and she tiptoed to kiss him on the cheek.
“Good? Excellent? Am i right?”
That grin again, and he all but bellowed, “MAGNIFICENT!”
He started pacing, her cue to grab a seat; he was in high spirits and could go on for nearly an hour.
“So the last time we only caught a glimpse of the family, but today we got lucky. They were out in the sun and we had the perfect vantage point. Chris did a good job with his scouting and all, by the way. And we had our hypotheses about their dynamics and hunting styles, but boy were we in for a treat. Everything was so… So complete, so beautiful. All those pieces came together perfectly. I just…”
His chin started to tremble, and a fat tear rolled down his left cheek.
“Honey, it was all so beautiful. Perfect. Everything falls into place somehow. I got to see it. We saw it all.”
By now the tears were flowing freely and he kept shaking his head. Rina felt it too; she got up and they embraced again.
“It’s so beautiful… so beautiful…” he kept whispering.
She understood. And her eyes were wet too, because she knew what it felt like to observe nature with open eyes and heart, and be overwhelmed by the unimaginable harmony and magic of it all.