Waiting for the water for my coffee to boil on the stove, I'm standing at the kitchen window. A squirrel inverts his/herself on the trunk of an oak tree. It's looking at me. It twitches its tail. I wave back. It leaps from the trunk to the ground, stands up on its hind legs, shimmies its tail rhythmically. I start doing something similar with both of my arms. It moves closer. The two of us seem to have something going here.
Then I shifted position. I noticed there was a second squirrel. The first one hadn't been looking at me at all. The two tumbled together in the grass and then chased one another back up the tree. My face felt hot.
The kettle started to shriek. The day was shot.
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