My
culture asks me, “Are you a Man or a Mouse?” I know what I'm
supposed to answer, but I can't help thinking about the times when it
would be great to be Mouse. My carbon footprint would be greatly
diminished if I were Mouse, and plane seats would provide ample space
for me to be comfortable. In
the end however, I am a Man. As I ponder all this, the Rain begins. A
Deer who has been walking through the back meadow stops under a Tree
just Northwest of the cabin. Eventually, the Rain seeps through the
branches and leaves, and there is no more shelter. Deer moves on. As
I sit and watch from the dry porch, I appreciate the momentary
alignment of our desires. It seems that when the rain starts, Man and
Deer and perhaps even Mouse all just want to stay dry.
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