Original Feature Photo by Nancy Rose
Sunday, December 4, 2022
I was folding laundry on Friday and noticed a squirrel in the tree. I walked closer to my window and saw the squirrel looking directly at me. As I set t-shirts and socks in my drawer, it perched on a branch observing my every motion.
We had a 6-second stare-off before a postal truck drove into my peripheral.
Two days later, I’m writing about this moment, thinking that the mailman delivers on Sundays during the holidays.
For me, at least…