THIS IS SO GOOD, AND

I found the perfect hole in the fabric of today to slip through. Wait, no, that comes across as escape. What I mean is, I found the way to turn this evening into a warm fleece blanket. Just now I made myself a cup of coffee, liberally doused with hazelnut creamer (I have a reason to want to stay awake) and drank it outside on a wooden chair under the full moon. I was out long enough to watch the moon drift into the edge and through the branches of our neighbor's tree. The gray cat joined me. He doesn't DO laps, but tonight he deigned to settle on mine. We listened to the cicadas and the crickets and the hum of life from the college campus two blocks away, and I thought: aha, I've discovered myself. Aha, this is the best day.