I’ve chased that flick once or twice. The light is the only thing that turns a quick glint into a story. It comes in a thin thread and then vanishes, so you have to set your focus on the tail before the dawn slips away. Patience is the only tool that can beat the fox’s restlessness. If you’re willing to wait until the sky turns from pink to gray, you’ll get it. Otherwise, you’ll just get another quiet morning and a stubborn desire to try again.