No time for time. It’s inevitable and fleeting.
I cry when I watch the news. I think we’ve lost our minds. A 95 year-old woman was working in her garden in the backyard of her home and was raped in broad daylight by an unknown intruder. Locked doors and shut windows mislead my sense of safety, and fear of the outside world is fast becoming my disease.
My mood is in better shape than it was a week ago, but I have yet to fully recover. On top of all that’s bad, my cat ran off and never came back. I hope he found what he was looking for. I hope he’s okay. I miss him.
An owl approached me the other night, and I was impressed by his fearlessness. We sat staring at each other until he caught a glimpse of something in my neighbor’s backyard.