Poor little fella

Winter has arrived rather suddenly and aggressively. While we still don't have any snow, people have begun wearing boots for warmth. Which is why I'm haunted by the little mouse I saw on the train platform last night.

He seemed to have three choices: diving onto the tracks, dodging heavy bootheels, or trying to find his way back into the crack in the cement from whence he came.

Yes, I know he is, technically speaking, vermin. I know that if I tried to help him, he would have bitten me with razor sharp little teeth. I know that he has a brain the size of a peanut.

But the furry little fella touched my heart all the same.