Feb. 24

2/24/2026 8:46 Correspondence 159

I had a beautiful experience today. I was walking back to my dorm, and I saw a squirrel. I was digging a hole in a flower pot, looking for burred nuts. It didn't seem to mind me. It was so pure. Although a little unnatural. Thats not the beautiful part though. A few steps further, I heard a flutter above me. When I looked up, I spotted a Carolina wren landing on a tree above me. I stared down at it, and I stared at it. It had, what I assume to be, a worm in its mouth. I say assume because the bird and its meal were silhouetted by the sunset. A delicate figure cast in the sky above me enjoys a meal, enjoying the setting sun. 

I wondered in that moment if it saw me. If it noticed me. If it could ever acknowledge me as I just acknowledged it. It made me question existence and being. What are we but silhouettes in others' memories? Do we exist beyond our own? Should we count this as a blessing or a curse? 

For the world would remain spinning unchanged if we did not exist. Although one might argue the less appreciated. 

Poo-tee-weet, 

Calvin Landreth