wasn't it just september?
the cat and i climb the outside stairs up all 3 floors and i sit on cold metal and pieces of pecan shells the squirrels have tossed, and the cat purrs loudly, happy to be up this high with me. we are almost in the trees and no one sees us, not even the stars. the night is quiet and we have a bit of candlelight, but not enough to disturb the darkness. not enough to bother the owls. we go quiet with the darkness. i tell secrets only to her and no words are necessary.