Man, tonight has been so wierd. It all started this afternoon around 5:30 pm, when loud bursts of thunder suddenly erupted out of the fairly sunny, clear blue sky which had been emitting almost too much heat all day. The day took on this yellow-greenish tinge, and you could smell the rain in the air, but although the loud thunder cracked for a while, it only rained for about 10 minutes. During this time, I was sitting on my bed with the blinds way up so as to enjoy the sky and weather as much as possible with some glitter nail polish. Later, I went to the library to find some books I had been looking for for my 18th Century Lit. class (on people's interest in deformities in the 18th century) and then came home again. Then, Aaron called at around 11:30 pm, to go to Wendy's for food. The first strange occurrence happened at Littlefield fountain. No one was around, and it was all still--almost an ominous calm (which is wierd bc thursday nights are usually sorta busy). And we saw a cat walk across the narrow concrete lip in the middle of the fountain where the water falls from the taller level to the lower level--the waterfall was going, and the cat must have gotten its feet wet, but it just walked calmly across.
Then, we saw a baby possum just paused at a corner, almost hidden, with its triangular head and round eyes looking at us. And when we took too much notice of it, it scurried away so fast on its little legs. Its body was probably only about 5 inches long, and it was probably going out for its first scavenge of the night...
Anyways, so we went to Wendy's, and then when we came out, I found this Texas Revue cup hanging on the edge of this wooden fence on the main mall, like it was waiting for me--the backstory of this cup is that during the day when I was walking across West Mall to get to my class, someone was holding out free cups, and I had regretted not getting one. And then here's the exact cup, sitting there in front of me. Then, as we went on our way towards home, there's the baby possum again. It even stayed around long enough (disappearing and resurfacing from the bushes) for Aaron to run home and get his camera and some tortilla chips to feed it. It wouldn't come close enough, though, to get the chips, so we just left piles out for it to find. We snapped some photos, but they might not come out because it was dark and the possum was so little.
Anyways, pretty surreal night, right?