For once it was Jon who slept while I wandered the house, overcome by the feelings of sadness and loss that seem to come with being human.
I took my tea and sat on the stone steps behind the house in the almost bluemoon light. I knew she would come, not Minnie, but Mother the barn cat. Always hanging around, but completely dependable at night time. My back to the moon she wrapped herself around my legs a constant purr that kept time with the crickets and tree frogs. I watched the shadows in front of me. Me and Mother, the trees on the barns, the long fence lines, each stone step just a thin edge of light, and the moths fluttering over me on their way to the moon. I listened to the owls call back and forth to each other, more of a bark than a who. (I am I am). And as my heart joined the rhythm of the night sounds I saw the twinkling of the red star. Orange, red than tangerine and I realized it was flashing it’s colors to the beat of my heart, or the other way around, and I knew I belonged.
I sipped my tea and the sadness fell away. Then I smelled skunk and felt the chill of 4am. Connected by all my senses to the blue night surrounding me, I went back to the house laying my cool body next to the warmth of my lover.