Many Long Minutes on Many Long Days
I have pondered, in isolation, for many long minutes on many long days, what is gone and what remains, what we have lost and what we’ve gained.
The scope and nature of isolation, of course, is subjective.
I strolled, under the April sun, alone with my phone, and stumbled upon a cat who makes a home of an outdoor gym. From what I gather she lives a rather dignified life. I imagine she’s very fit. She saw me and I saw her. And I knew something was right. She galloped toward me, sat beside me, and butted her head against my shoulder. She was…