you're walking down a moonlit path by the river after dark. there are no lamps or streetlights, just your dark-adapted vision
you see a raccoon waddling down the path 15, 20m away and give them a wide berth so you don't unnecessary stress them
people try to make their life harder, but they're still there sharing the path with you, trying to get by
you have more in common with that raccoon than a politician or billionaire
i like the little creatures i meet on the way home
