The Fox and Mosquitoes

Tonight, I had a power outage in my area, due to an accident close to Yonge and Steeles. I experienced a bit of a irritation, to feel that my pattern of the evening was slightly disrupted, but at the same time, things weren't going well as I had planned anyway. I was having difficulties updating my online ethics protocol for my thesis project---so when this happened, it was like the universe telling me to stop trying to fix it and get out of the house. Where that took me was, first, to the place where I might find fuel for my computer and for my belly: namely, the local Starbucks, which happened to close just as I arrived there. My second option was to simply feed the mosquitoes and go to Lilian Park. I had no choice but the latter.
  On the way to the park, I stumbled upon an unexpected friend: a red fox! And I must admit, I have not seen any such animal casually prancing around the park, the way I had done this time. While I felt bad for the fox, I didn't feel bad for the swarm of mosquitoes around me, who seemed to have a field day feeding on my skin and blood. They did this while I tried to figure out the ethics protocol issue using the data on my cellphone. It was then that I discovered that I was able to do revisions through my cellphone.
   When I arrived home, the power had been restored. I wonder, would the same be said for the hungry fox, who seemed powerless against the humans outside who were trying to take selfies with it? I appreciate that I have a home to return to, but the fox didn't seem quite at home, at least not as much as the mosquitoes and flies were.
   Life sometimes asks that I leave the familiar, and even to stand under the sky naked, without the familiar distractions of words, projects, timetables and books. Well, being naked (or lacking the familiar) always feels discomforting, but there are these reminders that many beings make their homes on the edges, and manage to survive somehow. The food they eat is adventure. I know that sounds ridiculous to say to a fox, but when I say "adventure",  I do mean the traditional meaning of "to venture", to set forth, or to initiate things that have no beginnings or endings. A fox knows that it belongs nowhere, but does someone with a brief power outage have such self-knowledge?