The park is no urban oasis.

There’s five of them waiting at the entrance. Focused.

As they creep closer you can tell they’ve been doing this for a while. They’re hefty. Thug-fat and cocky in their glossy coats.

The squirrels demand their toll, and I forgot to bring my nuts.

Ben lives and teaches in London. He is sad that coffee no longer works the way it used to.