Window Looking

I don’t sleep all that well, I wake up in the night thinking about what to wear to an important meeting, wondering if I dress all in black whether that will date me as if my face wasn’t already enough to date me, and every morning, if I am facing east, I see the sun rising over the few houses that stand between me and Lake Michigan, the cat already curled on the radiator next to the open window, his perch for every beginning day, we don’t know why because it must be cold, although I piled an old blanket on the radiator for him so he could watch the new cardinal visit the bird feeder in the yard as if the cat’s amusement is an ingredient in my good day which it sometimes is, and then tonight, coming home after dark, a bunny scurried from the bushes across the yard, making me love all the creatures, in the house and not, including myself.

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