Published: 12/24/2020 10:20:52 AM I’m sure I’m not the only one that thinks being human this year is hard. How many of us have looked at our family pets and felt jealous? They aren’t worrying about a global pandemic. Have you lingered on a mountain top, too, imagining yourself soaring south with the hawks, leaving the stuff of people far behind? Lately, now, as the earth turns towards the dark and cold, I find myself wishing I was living in the skin of Ursus americanus, an American black bear. I’d find an upturned tree with a hollow just big enough for me to crawl under and then I would turn my back on the cold world and rest. I’d stay tucked away snoozing, stretching and maybe dreaming until our world spins back to the light, when the ground will be soft again, and green will cloak the earth.