This morning, 12 hours ago, as I watched snow fall on an unplowed road, I saw a mouse running across the tundra across the street from my house. There is almost never a tundra here. As I woke up, I learned one of my cats had presented me with a dead mouse at the foot of my bed. Strange juxtaposition.
Almost sixteen years ago around this moment, I learned unexpectedly I was a father again. I no longer have any connection to that child. There is so much trauma wrapped up in those words, but the night I learned this information, I saw a little mouse running across the snow near a collision between a motorist and a pedestrian soon after a snowfall.
I can still see that mouse, scurrying around between Memorial Gym and an access road, looking for a safe place. What happened? Who knows? None of us know. We just have to keep paying attention and try to do better next time.
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