thief

So, a funny thing happened on my run—

In the dark of early morning, I got dressed like I always do: leggings, sports bra, shirt, visor, iPod, socks, shoes, beanie— to be clear, it was my brand new, gray beanie, which I absolutely love. Loved.

Just over a mile in, a big bully snuck up behind me and stunned me. Heart pounding, I screamed (yelped) into the cold morning in fear and disbelief. Out of nowhere, he/she/it grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t let go. No joke.

I looked ahead, behind, around and down, trying to make sense of what was happening. And then I looked up. 

I didn’t see the big, scary middle school bully I imagined, but rather— an owl.

I. Kid. You. Not. An owl buzzed me, stole the hat right off my head and flew away. 

This is my life.