saw my first raccoon on the street
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.03.16
It seems so trivial with the things going on in our household and in the world, but I saw my first raccoon since being back.
It was around nine o'clock, as I came back from work. The raccoon was washing its hands in a puddle a few doors down from us as I crossed. When I came near, it quietly waddled away and coyly watched me from behind a tree with his nose tucked low. As soon as it could see that I was harmlessly passing, it went back to its work.