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[adrienmundi]

Walking in the cool, soft rain today down the familiar path, I ran into a medium sized black snake, slowly twisting its way across the path. It was slow, and my first concern was that I had frightened it, but right on the heels of that was a large and growing worry about how cold it must be, how the rain I enjoyed could be something very different for something coldblooded and mostly surface. As I watched it, worriedly, it struck me that I didn't feel revulsion or panic like I had even a couple of years ago, where at basically the same spot I saw a black snake and it frightened me enough that I avoided going into those same woods for over three weeks in summer. Just this week, I saved a medium sized spider from the damp walls of the kitchen sink, and carefully took it outside. It struck me how much has changed in a relatively short time, that I worry about the things that used to scare me. Beth Orton kicked in just a few minutes later, as I stood on the edge of a concrete embankment and watched the water flow past, and I cried for a few seconds.