I need to stop at the drugstore, Walgreens, to get a diet Coke and some dog cookies. I’m picking Christmas up from a terrifying day at the vet’s, and want to have his favorite cookies. I’m tense and worried. I don’t know what the vet is going to say about the x-rays or his possible ligament tear.
And then I see the chickens.
I’m 100 feet from a busy freeway in the middle of a city, and there are chickens.
In this moment, I become okay again. Nothing has changed. But life feels a little brighter, more solid. A world in which a chain drugstore lets chickens live in it’s parking lot is a good world.
Maybe the vet has good news.
(She did. Christmas is okay!)