cozy
Four-thirty: The sky is dark as ash The stars, diminished By the dim suburban glow To pale dots
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 6
He turned back to Eloise. “What are you doing here?” he asked the cat, quietly. “I don’t mind that you’re here,” he said quickly, “but I don’t understand why. And why do you disappear sometimes when I look away, but not this time? Is there something you’re trying to tell me?”
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 5
As the bus shuddered to a stop at a red light, cars and trucks and mopeds in the other lane zipped past the trees lining the sidewalks. Most were saplings with small leaves just beginning to unfurl, but the bright yellow aspen on the corner stood taller than any of them. It certainly had more cats—three, by his count.
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 4
He tripped, and for a moment, he windmilled wildly down the sidewalk, arms flailing, legs trying to part ways with his torso. He looked away, struggled with some success to find his balance again, and slowed to a jog. He looked back up. The bus was still there, but the tree and the cat had vanished.
Election Day Update
Today is a distracted sort of day, not only in and of itself, but in the culmination of so many distracted days in the last weeks and months. The world feels uneasy and uncertain…
dusk
The cinnamon tang of ferns Clicks of insects like the freewheel of a bicycle Treetops afire Dying orange light
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 3
The calendar confirmed it was Friday, and in small print next to the number were the words “Arbor Day”. He drew back just a bit at the realization. Arbor Day already? How had he forgotten?
The Quantum Cats of Arbor Day – Chapter 2
“Second,” Roger said, raising a second finger, “there’d better be more to this than ‘I saw a kitty that looked like a _different_ kitty that I loved very very much despite the obvious world-ending danger…’”