Dear you,
Christmas day in the bubble of coastal Florida.
Beautiful, warmish, breezy, scattered gentle showers.
My chubby brown girl cat wakes me, pawing at my face, nawing at the spine of the novel by my pillow.
I wake to peace and ease and feline antics.
I wake to NPR and the voice of Sedaris retelling Santaland Diary tales.
I laugh as I do every year, preferring satire to sentiment.
I stroll around the condo grounds between the waves of rain.
They come and go, those waves of rain, like waves of thought, memory, simplicity.
Ah, my lucky peace and ease between the waves of rain.
Chubby cat is napping now, like any other day.
She, like me, is in the bubble, but perhaps she dreams of brother and sister cats far away in war zones.
Perhaps she dreams of strutting triumphant under some country's flag.
Defiant and so alive.
She dreams between the waves of rain.
As do we all.
Defiant and so alive.
Love,
Joyce
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