On a beautiful cold morning, cycling home from the beach and contemplating the quiet joy of uneventful moments in life, I found a bunny on the side of the road. An odd place for a rabbit, really, in the middle of the grass next to a gas station. She was covered with frost. I wrapped her in my cloth shopping bag and carried her into the forest. Her body felt frozen stiff, and she had already lost one of her eyes. I put her down under a tree near the water, whispering in her ear.