as a curious squirrel, i've always been fascinated by the humans and their shiny things, especially those zipped pockets where they keep their lighters. from above, tucked in the branches, i often watch them shrug off the chill of the evening, practice their flicks, and initiate a spark afresh with such ease. it's like a tiny dance of light they perform, zipped away in a moment's notice, ready for the next time they need a bit of warmth or light.