I came back out to sip my steaming black tea on the rickety porch of our cheap apartment, overlooking the verdant ravine we were lucky to have on our side of the complex. The green was made full and palpable against a bright grey sky and a slick shine from the morning drizzle. The squirrel that had been playing in the breeze around the base of a tree with a nut in his mouth was now perched high up at the end of a stumpy branch, looking dramatically out at the ravine and cracking his nut open. His perspective must certainly be better than mine, I thought, no obstruction the view of his high perch, completely bathed in the forest. What a spot to be hunched under your bushy tail with a fresh nut to crack.