I was in New Mexico for work a few weeks ago and we went on a hike.
If you know me, you know how funny that is for me to type.
I do not fucking hike.
I felt uncoordinated and out of place. Like I was the only person on that damn hill who didn't belong and I desperately prayed for another hike-challenged hiker to come along and save me.
And then I saw this little guy. The only pine cone on any of the trees we had passed. Just hanging out, being small and waiting for his buddies to show up and join the party. And all of a sudden, I didn't feel so alone anymore.