Change is hard

Change is hard change is dire maybe we spent what felt like a couple of hours in that room trying to figure out this lingering sadness, subtle and deep in our bones from loneliness? Facing this chill head on in the silent room at night under the dim lights with the cat on the edge

Stepping into the rain drops with my cat

You wouldn’t expect a rainy, cold, dark day around summer time. Everything’s back to freezing, and I hate having to wear winter clothes that I’ve put aside once more. The cat himself is a bit confused and is circling around not knowing what to do. I pick him up and smother him with love, and