This morning, at the bus stop, I witnessed a rescue taking place. A hare had fallen into the water of the ditch running along the meadows near the industrial park where I work, and two teenagers, a boy and a girl, were trying to help it to the bank. Of course, the hare didn't realise this, and tried to get away from them as much as it tried to get out of the water, and the girl eventually hung back. But the boy wasn't giving up, and got as close to the water's edge as possible, hanging on to tufts of grass until the girl saw what he was planning to do, dug her heels into the ground, and took hold of his arm. Thus anchored, the boy finally managed to lean out across the freezing ditch and grab the hare by the ears. He released it as soon as it was safely above solid ground, and it sped off like a formula 1 racing car, 0 to 60 in half a second. The boy teetered above the water for a few more moments, and then both he and the girl fell to the ground, under thunderous applause from me…and several other passers-by.
Funny, how it's usually the little things that colour your day, and determine your mood. My spirits have certainly been lifted by witnessing this small event.