On my sunny days there is a revival. I am a well-oiled machine again. Efficient and precise. My paws have full tread and my thoughts are crystal clear, free from human intervention. I am at my best as I peer out the window, the bright light from the heavens steadies my
resolve. I am the head of the house, small in stature, but the only inhabitant capable of choosing. In the friendly heat, all is meant to be. A quick scan finds the sum of nature… comfortable in its own skin…glowing and alive. Everyone has a pre-ordained color…
revealed only by a kiss from the sun. A spectrum of hot pinks, strong blues and radiant
yellows. In my mind, this is who we are. For our faith and for our patience…this is a just
reward. An omnipresent highlighter…my, how beautiful we can be. But the thud of the door, the vibration of the steps…closer and closer. Soon there will be an unsuspecting
reflection where my smile used to be. With each second that passes, the world becomes a darker place. All that is left now is an angry silhouette…a muted outline…but clear enough to understand. In a parallel universe it has been a bad day. Do I stay and wait for the lonesome cloud to pass?…Or do I seek higher ground away from the image that
temporarily stains my horizon? There is much left to ponder, but thankfully, only I can make that choice.