I’ve been walking that same path every morning for almost ten years now. It’s part of my early morning routine when I'm in Florida—I get up early, go out on the balcony to check the weather, cross the street and walk for an hour.
In the quiet of the early morning, I am greeted by the sound of the waves and the seabirds waking up with me. Over time, I’ve gotten to know the regulars: the feral cats that dart across the path like they’re late for something, the sunbathing iguanas who seem to never stir, the noisy seagulls arguing over breakfast, the graceful pelicans loitering near the fishing boats, and the ever-curious squirrels begging for food (too many people feed them).
But here’s the funny part—in all those years, I had never seen a raccoon. Not once! Until this morning when a little masked face appeared right in front of me.
We both froze, just staring at each other like, “Wait, you live here?” It was such a small, random moment, but it really startled me because raccoons can be agressive. Ten years of daily walks when I'm in Florida, and the first time seeing a raccoon on this path ( I have seen raccoons in Florida at other parks)
It’s funny how nature still manages to surprise you—even when you think you’ve seen it all. That’s one of the reasons I love these morning walks. There’s always something new waiting along the way, if you just keep showing up.















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