“Sometimes when you lose your way, you find yourself.”
― Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass
Come a little closer
Don’t be scared of me.
For I’ve got a spell for you
Let me demonstrate what it can do. . . .
“But sometimes your light attracts moths and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy”
— Warsan Shire
She ran out to the woods, with her OWL flying at her shoulders, and a camera in her hands. A few weeks ago she had made him out of a hodgepodge of various materials and electronic parts. Now he was the perfect mixture of a plush-toy and electronic pet.
“This is it! This is it!” She said excitedly as she skidded to a halt besides a large fallen log. A handful of chipmunks scurried out of the way. “OWL scan the area and tell me what you see.”
Her companion clicked and whirred as it moved. It couldn’t speak, but she had learned to understand the sounds it made. “Up there?” She questioned, looking upwards as she attached a zoom lens to her camera. The sun was slightly in her eyes and she squinted, hoping to get a better look. “I don’t see anything.”
OWL clicked some more and flew up in the direction she should look.
“Okay. I trust you.” She chuckled and brought the camera up to her eyes. Through the lens she saw what OWL was talking about and her eyes went wide. “Oh my goodness. I can’t believe it!” This was a creature she had only heard rumors about and now there it was. With a steady hand, she pressed the button . . .
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“I knew you’d be waiting for me.” She exclaimed while walking down the marble steps. There are the bottom, near the bushes, stood two grey kittens patiently waiting as they watched her approach. “You two haven’t let me down yet.”
The cats meowed and lifted their heads to her hands as she crouched down. For a week now she had come to this outdoor temple to meditate and pray for the things that weighed down on her mind. She first saw the cats when she was leaving on the first day. They were just there, positioned by the steps and looking at her. She liked cats and had stopped to scratch behind their ears and spend a bit of time with them. But then the cats were there the next day, and the day after that. Their being there could not have been simply coincidence – she had even changed her time of medication just to see if they would’t be here. Nevertheless, they were.
“I don’t know why you’re here, Kitties, but I enjoy your company.” While her fingers idly ran along the fur, she looked out in the distance. Every day she came to pray for the same thing and, while the cats look for her, she looked for someone else.
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night . . .
– Lyrics. From “The Music of the Night” by Andrew Lloyd Webber
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