(or, Squirrel, acorn. Acorn, squirrel.)
Every cubicle at the office has a small shelf. For months, mine had been cluttered with old textbooks I never used and awards I never looked at. It also had an array of knickknacks collecting copious amounts of dust.
Today, I decided to remove everything and leave a single item. After serious deliberations (lasting nearly thirty seconds), I chose the squirrel.
For an hour, everything seemed fine, but I then happened to glance up from my monitor and notice how lonesome the squirrel looked. I tried to ignore him, but without luck. Finally, I relented and placed the acorn back on the shelf. It’s hard to tell in the photo, but he’s much more content.
On a slight tangent, while I love the Polaroid effect of the ShakeItPhoto app, I fear I may be shaking my phone a little too vigorously. I nearly sent it flying across the office when I attempted to develop this shot.
If I were a proper blogger, I would leave you with a profound quote about squirrels, acorns, and contentment, but as we all know, I’m not a proper blogger. So, I’ll leave the last word to the squirrel, who wants everyone to know he is not blind and can find an acorn, not just sometimes, but every time.
