I've been with my parents since Friday evening.

Yesterday, my dad turned 55. He threw a hilarious birthday party and had several friends over for a barbecue. Everybody was having a great time. By coincidence, there was not a single smoker among the guests. This is what striked me; but it didn't annoy me not to smoke. I was just feeling good.

Early this morning, I went for a run in the woods near my parents' house. Suddenly, there was this cute little squirrel that hopped across the treck. I stopped running, and it seemed as if the squirrel had been surprised to see a human being. We looked into each other's eyes for a moment, and then it turned its back to me. Holding a yellowish brown acorn between its front paws, it disappeared again, calmly as it had appeared.

I was thinking: Isn't nature just wonderful? And, why do some people not care about it?


I wish I'd had my celly with me to take a picture of it. But then, it would not be the same. I've realized that this is why I love to go running in the woods, it's because of what nature has to offer.
I hope to meet a squirrel again.