Safety

God dammit squirrel! You were safe. You were fine. You stopped and turned around. Why in the seven hells would you turn back around and run for my car?

I tried. I did. What the hell.

You were carrying a nut. I wonder where you were storing that and if now, some other squirrel will get your stash. Or if someday, someone will prise up some loose boards in their attic and find a treasure trove of nuts.

People are like that too. What is left of us when we are gone? Suddenly all our things, the collections, the treasured bits of our lives become so much stuff without us to hold the thread together.