The dainty cat-lapping of kefir from a cornflower blue saucer on the front step (I have renamed the fuzzy babies though: Little One, Dear One, and Pretty One. It's just what I end up calling them. Such is a name.)
Much rustling of leaves and tinkling of wind chimes. A different wind is blowing out there, one that's going to bring some drama into the atmosphere.
Creaking of the wood floor.
The collard greens with garlic and chile I made for dinner. Made a mountain of them on my plate and ate every last leaf.
The tart, sweet, loud-crunchy Honeycrisp apple I just had for dessert.
Rust under my fingernails and a blister forming from my new tin snips. No pain, no gain.
Front door open, orange glow of street light, long shadows of sauntering felines, graceful in the way they paint the asphalt with inky shapes. Wait, now they're chasing the unruly leaves, crinkly and haphazard, enough to drive a cat wild. What funny critters.
FOR GOOD MEASURE
The song that knocked me sideways tonight while out on a walk was this one. I can't comprehend fully how Neko can be so gifted with words, not to mention melody. She touches nerves right and left. Here's the title track from Middle Cyclone.