suddenly it is cold. grey fog over the trees, blanketing the yard in mystery. my island. to step from driveway to road is to step into nothingness. isolation from the noisy world. happy in a cloud. hello winter. heighten my senses. the fire that crackles in the stove. and coffee steaming. warm meets cold.
and comfort. a constant purring pussy cat curled up fat and content. endlessly feeding, sleeping and licking it's own butt.
thing needs to be kicked outside and ignored to be truely appreciated.
where is that cat?