Twin Falls, Idaho sidestepped the worst of the late spring snowstorm. It curled south at the last minute.
The weather forecasters on TV said it was a big one. They were even on the verge of assigning the storm a particularly fearsome name. They pasted on their most earnest smiles and said everybody should be scared.
Not long after dark, the sapped edge of the broken-down front passed through. That’s when a sudden burst of warm air scented with sage pushed in and stirred up all the coyotes around Twin Falls.
The coyotes all went running to the fringe of the Wal-Mart parking lot. They quickly lined up and broke into an elegant symphony of yips and howls.
There must have been a couple of hundred of them all yapping together. To the trained ear it sounded like Bartok, probably his Concerto for Orchestra, Sz. 116, BB 123.
