The evening breeze is chilly and the wind chimes play a song. The sun is going down. Another day passes. I have no idea how many more evenings are in the jar before it empties; hopefully many. I hear the lonesome coyote and his howl of what sounds like loneliness. There are many howls which go unnoticed until one day the coyote in our example, shows up at the front door and there is no longer a chance to escape or ignore him.