The squirrel experiences momentarily the state of weightlessness—a rare privilege reserved for astronauts and falling bricks. Weightlessness brings on a kind of euphoria: one hears "The Saint-Louis Blues", played as a boogie woogie by Earl Father Hines.
Something tells me, that this little rodent will be reborn as a famous jazz pianist.

I hardly ever "practice" painting. Instead, I practice painting, hoping to forget that I was hoping to

surprise myself.