Sunday, July 3, 2011

Brief Encounter


 I finally spotted a squirrel, down by the lake.  He equally spotted me, and leapt gracefully into the trees.
Previously they had been plentiful as blackberriers;  this season, they have been rare as silphion.   Like the bunny and the woodchuck, they have been locally missing in action.  Global warming?  signs of the End Times?  Anyhow, it’s a relief that this trinity of the missing have now all turned up.

So, I mark this day with a white stone.  And yet -- it’s just possible that I actually did come across one, before this, yet, in an odd quantum superposition of taking-for-granted and given-up-hope, failed to notice the fact.

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