I’m about to cross the Park onto the running track.
It’s first light, and not quite that, when I see two dark figures padding in the distance as if they’re doing a soft-shoe.
I stop to observe two raccoons of medium size, making me think, they were teenagers en route home.
One is leading the other by a few feet (practicing social distancingperhaps?) before stopping at a tree. He looks up, then back at his pal as if to say, nope, this ain’t it, before moseying to the next.
Again, no cigar as I watch them stop at three more before climbing up, what appears to be home, making me wonder if they’d been drinking?
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