Throughout the summer months when the temps were high and the humidity strong, my cat and I would sit on the back porch which is also screened in and spend a little time together although it was not clear how much interaction between us there was since my cat would sleep and I would write, but we were out there together nonetheless.
Now that these mornings have turned cool, we still are outside in the morning but while I am on the porch, my cat is downstairs, curled up in the corner of the couch on the deck that is covered with blankets to keep to sun from bleaching out the colors.
My cat looks up at me, sitting in my chair on the porch with the understanding I believe that I should walk down the stairs and join him on the couch like my wife always does unless it is raining or the bugs are too pronounced. I am comfortable in my seat and remain where I am.
My cat and I spend time together in this same way almost everyday, even when my toes are cold and my upper body is wrapped inside a sweatshirt with a hood that is getting dangerously close to being pulled over my head for warmth... of course, I suppose I could put socks on my feet to keep them a tad warmer but would require more initiative than I am willing to put forth this morning.
Fall and its cold stepchildren are in the air playing with our souls and telling us that we should stay inside and leave the outside to them and their playmates. But, being outside is comforting especially after being inside for so long and not being able to travel.
Storm clouds approach from all sides, reducing visibility but also eliminating the depth-of-field that is typically seen on normal days up in the sky with various shades of blue. Gray is such an ugly color that it offers no consolation unless it is juxtaposed with other colors that are more often than not found in nature before the seasons take them all away and we are left with only the harsh tones of winter and the isolated months inside.
My cat and I are enjoying these last few days together... in a relative way...
