lil fox

Mostly I hate the city. But sometimes I see something I hadn't noticed before, either because I was too busy pretending the city wasn't swirling around me like an ugly, noisy, seeping cloud of smoke and despair, or because someone added something to it since the last time I looked a particular direction.

We came home two days ago and as I opened my door to get out, my eyes naturally lifted up and rested on this:

He's trying to hide, too, poor little guy.