They’re just so strange. (Not behemoth-depths strange, but strange nonetheless.)
I have to reblog this because spirit animal. My mother’s. It was the middle of May in the middle of the day in 1999 when we buried her. After nearly everyone left her grave side but before she was lowered I paused to stand there with my aunt and S.O. A red fox appeared in broad daylight out of nowhere in the cemetary in the middle of Tulsa, Oklahoma. It ran up to her headstone, paused and ran away. We were totally stunned. I was 29. I didn’t know she had it in her to send me something to laugh about on my worst day. Every time I see this post, these images they make me feel happy and warm inside. Like a hug from my mom. Plus fox in snow!