I came across these trees growing up together, forever entwined.
And I took a moment to consider relationships and love and life and how great the world really is....
And then a squirrel fell from the tree next to me.
A SQUIRREL FELL FROM A TREE!!
That doesn't happen. Squirrels don't fall. They fly around very nimbly, they prance on their tiny little bear-like feet. They are little ballerinas of the trees.
So what does it mean when one falls from the branches above?
Let's hope it's not an omen...