Sleeping beauty

In the days after Ike, when bundles of tree branches still lined my street and the backyard next door was in a state of disarray, C directed me to look outside, where I saw (through the limbs and leaves that remained) a squirrel, asleep on the ledge of my neighbor’s upstairs window. It’s head was literally resting on it’s paws, and I imagined for a second how deep this sleep must have been, a secret cubbyhole away from the neighborhood cats, the confusion following the storm, and all the bad vibes the weeks before had wrought.

Have you ever seen a squirrel napping? Trust me when I tell you how warm it will make you feel.