Recently, on a morning run, I used a stick to lift a dead kangaroo rat off the trail. The white belly fur was vivid in the dawn, long back legs outstretched, tail curled into a U, the body stiff and frozen.
A couple of years ago, for a couple of years, we lived in the little town of
Moab, Utah. When people ask me if I miss living in Moab, the thing I immediately