My cat lounges on the porch bench, between two pillows. The picture of relaxation. Unaware of his impending vet appointment, just an hour away. He is present. Occupying one of his many cat spots completely.
The window separates us.
I look on marveling at his deep sense of peace. The only sounds are chirping birds and subtle whooshes of wind that move tree branches. Nothing must be done. As summer creeps into August, darkness comes earlier each day. Today the light will hold for three chapters. I pause to cherish the moment and calculate how much more time remains in the day and strategize how to squeeze in more.
In a quiet house with my cat lounging outside, I read.