I am wondering, wondering, looking out at the sky, tired from 6 am bedtime and too much coffee and being so far removed from the life I want. I remember living in the under-renovation house on Washington Street and our grass was so green and our clothesline extended and from the bathroom window I could hear the whir of Jake’s saw and my skin was so clean, everything had not yet started. It all seemed impossibly impenetrable. I was 22 then and my shoes were too big as they are now but my windows are different and I am just walking around, stirring, stirring.
Well, who knows why I’m telling you all this; let’s get to the cats.
Taken at The Beach.
from MIKE SHEA