The squirrel sat on the rock wall, the day cold and the clouds white. He stood looking around as I watched through the window, a cup of coffee and my headphones in. He didn't notice me in the slightest and continued on as I did. I suppose that's all me and him could really do. He ran up a beautiful Green tree freshly pelted with rain. The ground resonated a calming smell that only rain and the years of aging could bring. He disappeared behind a set of pines and I thought it was the end as my eyes followed him into a blindspot I could no longer manage to find him in. I watched a strand of hair for a moment that bounced with my slight head movements. It was curled and shined in the grey sky, merely moving as that of a master in zen. The squirrel came back looking at me, his head turned towards the window. We held each other there for a long while before I nodded my head and he turned around and ran down the rock wall, jumping over rocks we had found from our travels all over the world. Then it disappeared and so did I.
