I use to live in a rural town in central Pennsylvania on the beautiful Susquehanna River. One morning at 4:30 a.m., as was my habit, I was up doing my morning run. That morning I ran along the river. The moon was out, a soft mist covered the ground and the river was lit with a ghostly glow — it was beautiful. Suddenly, right in front of me, a sea otter jumped off its resting place on the river back and dove under water. It startled me.
I ran about 3 more seconds before I realized it couldn’t have been a sea otter — I am in Pennsylvania. But it was too late. My mind had seen a sea otter, and the memory was there to stay.
I use to also live in Seattle where I often saw Sea Otters on my morning runs along the Puget Sound. I guess my mind was doing the best it could to offer me a picture of whatever it was that jumped in the river that morning on the Susquehanna.
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