As I walked through the riparian scraggle-woods, through which a thin bike trail ran, I saw a four foot long fat snake crossing the trail. He didn't see me, but just crawled across the path at a leisurely pace. Although he was less colorful than I expect of a rat snake (I have colorfully high hopes for rat snakes), I believe he was a good old fashioned Texas rat snake. He had a dark tire, fat body with a mild pattern on top. His head was rounded--clearly not a poisonous viper--and he crawled with his head lifted up off the ground a bit, but only a bit.
I could see a green color on what I would, if he were a reptilian person, call his chin. He crawled into the woods, still oblivious to me, and I stopped to watch him slide into the shady spaces. His facial expression looked almost like a proud, Mona Lisa smile. Earlier I had seen a dead blue snake on the trail, a small snake of the kind I was raised to call a "blue racer". But this rat snake was another drink of
blood altogether--huge and serene, earthy and real.
I'm hesitant to try to imagine animals in human terms, as I know there are so many differences. But gee, y'know, that was a cheerful snake.