The snowfall of early last week brought me a bit of a bracha. Twice.
Because I caught movement in the corner of my eye as I was sat at
my laptop and—instead of the squirrel I expected—I saw this guy:
He stayed around for a couple of minutes and then flew off.
(The next day he returned, but I just watched him instead of
trying to pull out my mobile.)
I’m honored and grateful for those magical moments, even if the cost might
have been having to shovel snow.
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