Last week, on the same evening I held the chipmunk, I also got to meet a flying...

Last week, on the same evening I held the chipmunk, I also got to meet a flying squirrel. I scratched his ears and looked into his enormous eyes.
And then, later, when it was dark, I stood outside and watched another (different) flying squirrel glide from the top of a telephone pole to the branches of a tree. His underbelly glowed in the darkness.
Looking up at him, I had one of those moments of perfect happiness . . . wonder, awe, gratitude . . . I felt pinned to the earth and buoyed up, bo...