Yesterday squirrels were everywhere, eating sunflowers, burying acorns. They know that cold is coming. This morning they slept in. Thankfully, the mosquitoes did, too. Â
Last night was cold enough that the cats climbed up into bed with us. Rafe sat on my chest to say good night. I stroked his chin as he gazed into my eyes and I into his. The light was dim so his pupils were wide open - a watery black gold deeper than I can fathom. Â
