It’s 7 am. It’s supposed to be 15 degrees today. I want to go outside in a sweater. No jacket. No scarf. No mittens.

I stumble around my apartment waiting for my coffee to brew. Murphy will be waiting by the door in a few minutes; but she knows to wait until I’ve had my first coffee. I love the peace of the morning. I love the luxury of walking Murph out front and watching all the suckers in suits march to work. It’s fun to stand on the outside sometimes.

I’m sitting on my couch, sipping my first gorgeous coffee. I spy a beam of light on my back wall. It’s the color of honey. I bustle quickly which startles Murph. I get my camera out and she hides. I’ve told you this before. She poses quite well and patiently but she will always prefer to hide and run away when I get my camera out. But my interest is pulled away from the honey blotch on the wall. The light comes through the gaps in my curtains and gilds this plant. It’s a sumptuous color shining and gold nearly, where it ought to be green.

That coffee there on the coffee table. Murph hiding from the camera, looking at me askance with curiosity and suspicion. A day apart in the middle of winter. The soft quiet of early morning. The light redefining the space, this plant; I could live forever and this plant could live forever and this light could last forever; and that would be good enough.

SS