Furry friends

I'm living in Providence, RI for part of the summer and it's the sort of place where it's easy to walk around and breath in the air and sigh with blessed contentment at the fact that such a beautiful place exists and I'm lucky enough to experience it.

However, one week in, I'm missing New York. Maybe just the people in it.

I had a small taste of NYC when I went out for a late night walk. In the corner of my eye, I saw the rapid movement of a small furry creature on the street. I felt smug thinking that Providence had it's share of rodents and maybe the street I live on in NYC isn't so bad, given I usually only see 1-2 rats a night. Besides, they're usually inside the trash bags on the street, squeaking and making the bags move in the most distorted of ways. It made me like Providence a little more, even -- the city is just as flawed and imperfect as the rest of us.

Upon closer inspection, the creature was far too adorable and timid to be a rat. I realized it was a tiny, terrified rabbit on the dimly lit Providence street, chewing her grass slowly so as not to draw my attention.

I've been feeling lonely so it took a lot of restraint to not take the lil buddy home with me, but I walked away...and simultaneously missed NYC and felt relieved to be far from it.

Lesson #67: Rats and rabbits aren't all that different. Just ask this guy.