The lovely lovely Katie's cat has meandered by and her look tells me where Maggie is holed up - behind my Jeep, no doubt, she loves the night, loves any but cold nights, and to be out and about in the dark is, I think, her very favorite thing. . . . Yes, I checked on her, she's there, exactly where I'd thought, and there are pear tree blossoms scattered down the sidewalk and across the footbridge, white, white against the darkness. It comes again, this spring that I love, and summer will follow and heat will beat against me and I will rush from my air conditioned car to my air conditioned house, but I will say thank you nonetheless.
Her fur is cool against me.