Its twilight. Cinnamon, my cat, has gone out. The beagles are under the quilts and the comforter. Its 49 degrees in the house so I have donned a poncho, over three layers of clothes. I removed my socks last night (too hot) but have replaced them. Socks keep the body warm. The lightening sky and the pond reflecting it have emerged. Black tangle of branches in the south woods spangle the silvery light. The cat walked out into a morning wet from last nights rain. She came in at three with wet fur -- hates rain. She is going to resume the hunt to make up for lost time. I drink cold coffee with 18% cream. Ah, a few leaves still cling to the branches outside my window.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 11:33:06 +0000
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