In the moment,
With something beautiful...
In this dry, desert climate, everything parches & crackles.
When I pet the cat -- who is not so much a skeleton anymore, but more of a bony steroid-plumped sausage -- in the rich, dark, darkness of the silent, high desert Night, her fur sparkles with electricity... & it looks just like fireflies.
I love fireflies.
I love that cat.
...& despite all of our whirly-gig, pants down, ass-end-up human foibles & hopeless stupidity,
I Love you.