Habit. The stuff of the everyday — places we go, things we do, people we see.
Every morning I head out back with my tea, cold or hot depending on the season, and watch the squirrels play. We have a lot of trees, too many trees, and the squirrels tend to congregate in our yard.
Watching them chase after each other, winding up the trunks of trees, throwing sticks at each other, and jumping huge distances from tree to tree is better than TV.
I miss them every winter.