Thursday, October 21, 2010

A Squirrel's Dilemma

The warm breeze transforms the patch of grass into an ocean. A glint of light races towards the sidewalk, a tendriled wave. The slow swaying, coupled with the lazy weather, is mesmerizing. A squirrel pops up, frozen in alertness. Suddenly, a feeling of self-awareness passes over as easily as the wind. It sees itself from a distance, alone in the gaping hole of sheer scale. What is a nut in comparison to the infinity? It realizes that it is merely hurtling through space on a crusty rock. Never has it felt so impossibly small. Seeing a bike, it scurries away.

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