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Moments in the morning
Dec. 17th, 2003 09:24 amThe kitten is amazingly cute. It is at that very young age, where it's feet look too large for it's body and it staggers when it walks like a drunken sailor. It's claws are tiny pin pricks as it climb up my leg. My jeans armor me against most of it, but the pricks sharper as it reaches my shirt. A few prickly seconds later the kitten is perched on my shoulder, and manages to stay there as I wash my face. With care, I could have walked around with the kitten in my shoulder all morning, but I gather it into my large hand and deposit it on the floor, where it's playmates pounces on it. They roll around the floor, batting at each other, a battle of cuteness.
The morning sky is blue and gray, orange light curling above the buildings, a low simmering flame. The light continues to glow as I drive closer to work, until it is swallowed up in a fleece colored fog that shrouds the rest of my drive to work.
The morning sky is blue and gray, orange light curling above the buildings, a low simmering flame. The light continues to glow as I drive closer to work, until it is swallowed up in a fleece colored fog that shrouds the rest of my drive to work.
