Easter on the Daniel Boone Trail

I am recalling an Easter on the Daniel Boone Trail. I was thirty something and hiking alone. At a clearing Saturday night I dropped my backpack, weary from a long day on the trail. Making
a modest supper of dried noodles and fettuccine sauce, dried beef and granola bars for desert; I turned on my radio to WLW, "the nation's station". I remember that I was listening to Roy Orbison and Elvis. After supper I looked to a clear sky and identified constellations. The moon was not full but it was bright and lit the night sky. I've always liked contrast. Suddenly, across the meadow I aw standing on his hind legs a bear, standing at about my height. Majestic, powerful and owning the night. I felt a kind of oneness with him. But then, I had grown up at the foot of the mountain. How can one fear something so beautiful? We shared the mountain that night and the next morning I hiked a short distance and saw where he slept in deep grasses.
A moment of Divine Formation. Joy over fear.