Unwell

Well, not well. Too many disruptions lately, and irregular hours. too much heat - yeah, I wasn't going to mention that again, but there it is. I didn't feel like doing anything (aside from those inescapable tasks,) so I read tonight. I re-read, actually. When discomfort settles in, I like to renew my connections to the familiar. I will share a bit of it. Familiar to me, probably not to you in this particular version, though the story is ancient. This is the version by Yvor Winters.

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Hearing Nothing

I encountered four cats on my walk this evening. It is cooling down, just a bit. Through the hot evenings, the cats mostly stayed out of sight, indoors or in some shady spot, I would imagine. Sensible cats. In summer, they come out late. I hear them yowling at one another from time to time. Sometimes I have to go out and break up a fight between a stray and one of my cats, who enjoy sitting on the dark porch. They probably observed the deer who left hoof prints in the flower bed again last night. Even with the computer off, I heard nothing. I would probably be amazed by the things that go on around here without my knowledge. The few noisy raccoons, hooting owls, and squeaking bats I hear are probably only a few of the creatures abroad in the darkness. There is an entire world of stealth outside of which I might be aware if only I had the eyes and nose of those cats. No wonder they prefer to go outdoors when the weather is pleasant. It is a nightclub for beasts out there.