I saw a black squirrel today. I was transfixed. My grandmother always says they’re good luck. I opened the blinds, and there he was in the grass. He jumped around a bit, darted this way and that; he dug in the grass. I imagined he was burying his acorns. And I just stood there and stared, leaning against the glass in the dark. I remembered what my friend had told me: few would be the kind of person to stare in wonder at a squirrel, just few people would stop everyone so they could take a picture of the moon, and of the football field all lit up under the lights. Surrounded by darkness and trees, but there, on the field was a host of excited, living people. And the grass was bright green and shining, and our boys were losing 68-0. After stopping her to take a picture, she told me I was going to find someone perfect for me one day, someone who would appreciate the world as much as I do. Someone who would love as hard and as intensely as I. She was right, and I told her that; I told her I did love the world, I told her I was excited to meet my soulmate. I tried to snuff out the slight, but rising fire of doubt. I told her I was excited. Not that I hoped- that I was excited to meet him, and I was ready to start my life.