Sitting in the sun in my Jughead nightie, second mug of coffee. Sun so bright, thinking about how the air smells like caterpillars and it feels early for that. I look down the side of the deck and the tent where they've been sleeping looks sagging and there they are all over the ground, surrounding my parents bicycles.
Scurrying sounds underneath me, Winnie jumps out from the shade under the big chair. A red squirrel carrying a baby red squirrel in her mouth comes running out from under my feet, moving so fast and erratically. Drops the baby, runs in eight different directions simultaneously. Somehow a squirrel (not sure which) ends up running up my back and down my arm! Span of 3 seconds maybe. Gave me chills!
Reminds me of Taid at the cottage, putting peanuts in the crested pocket of his golf club shirt and standing on his lawn. Chipmunks emerge from their homes and run right up his body to fetch the peanuts. Then one time we brought Eddie and Gracie to the cottage. So funny to see big fat cats lounging on the sandy/rocky beach, by the bonfire even. But they killed at least one of those chipmunks and I felt sort of responsible.
Missing the cottage, and Southampton all around, but also feeling such lightness in my chest at the feel of the heat and the smell of the air today. Caterpillar smell.
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there's something about that smell, isn't there?
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