A moon watches from behind a veil of sheer clouds.
Later, there is low-angled sun, but still enough to be mild.
I walk the yard with our cats, finally beginning to be satisfied that
there is no more I could be doing in the garden. I had plans for the
day, but they are gone. I’m getting better at letting them go, but I
still feel a loss of… of identity?… as they go. Later, when I
reconsider my plans, they don’t seem important at all, and I wonder
why I cling to them, why I invest so much of myself in them.