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I ruminated over the COVID-19 epidemic still keeping me apart from those I love and nowhere near abating yet.
I thought of the Bible verse Luke 16:27-31, in which the rich man burning in hell asks Abraham to let him come back from the dead to warn his brothers to change their careless, greedy ways. Abraham replies that the man's brothers have the prophets, and if they won't heed the words of the prophets then they wouldn't listen even if someone rose from the dead.
In the midst of all these sober mullings I caught sight of something scampering across a front yard.
It was a white squirrel.
I thought I must have scared him because he headed for the nearest tree and ran high up into the branches.
I immediately called my sister to tell her about the smiling white squirrel. She googled "white squirrel" and read that these little apparitions are quite rare, and that the odds of seeing one are 1 in 100,000. She also learned that in mythology a white squirrel is a good omen and seeing one means that change is coming and so one should be ready for it.
I'm so ready.