Today I went to the park and watched a squirrel. The thing I love about squirrels is that they always look busy, like they know where they’re going. That is more than I can say for myself some days. Before taking a short break to check me out, this one was diligently digging acorns out from under piles of golden leaves, then ferrying them up into a maple tree.
It’s such a small thing, but it felt really good to get out a bit. It was one of those days where it was hard to get going, then at home there was a lot of the kind of senseless bickering that happens when people are feeling stir crazy. It was refreshing to get out, enjoy the light filtering through the trees. Nature, even in the form of a squirrel and a small park, is healing I have to remember to do that more often.