I was sitting in the park, and eventually the squirrels got my attention. The constant chasing made me wonder if the one getting chased ever gets any peace.
No matter what is going on outside, I can go home. And since being gratefully single, no one is in my apartment to bother, belittle, or betray me. For a long time, I didn't know if I'd ever have the luxury of living in relative peace.
I couldn't stop thinking about the squirrels and the birds. Life for the female seems like being prey 24/7. They can't really hide from each other. And birds can fly, but for the ones being chased that doesn't mean they can escape since the chasers can fly too. I thought that it must be so exhausting. In some way, I felt connected in sisterhood with the female squirrels and birds.
Days later a friend of mine sent me this:
Brilliant!
