I find myself bundled up against the cold, walking back from my piano lesson. It is cold in Bloomington this time of year, and the Indiana University campus is no exception.
I shove my gloved hands into my pockets after I tighten my scarf around my face. I pause for a moment at a stop sign to let a car pass, stomping my feet to warm them. I cross quickly before a car accidentally runs me over and I continue up the sidewalk.
A noise catches my interest and I look around for its source, and stop when I see a squirrel sitting in front of a building. It has its arms crossed in front of it and it was shivering. I stare intently at it. It looks calmly back at me. My brow furrows in concern.
"Yes, it's cold outside," I say to the squirrel. I almost tell it to get a coat, but then I remember it is a squirrel. I bite my tongue and continue on my way.
I still worry about that squirrel. I mean, if he couldn't afford a coat for itself, how could it afford clothes for its little squirrel family? They're probably all sitting around their kitchen table having a budget meeting right now.