Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I’d spotted such a newt in the hardest, coldest days in New York, when all I could do was daydream of how to move my family anywhere else. I’d like to think if I’d seen those orange-taillight spots, I might have been able to pacify my increasingly restless self, might have been reminded of the promise that no matter how cold your home pond feels, a thaw always draws near, eventually.
