It’s a brilliant afternoon, spring oozing in every direction as the cat pursues a fat fly buzzing around and around the room. When the insect stops, the cat stops. She waits. The fly crawls along the wall, then zips away, with the cat in fast pursuit. When the fly dips, the cat leaps, nearly catching it with a swift swipe of her paw. But then the fly is gone again.
The cat reminds me of me, racing after what eludes me.
And yet when the sky is clear, like today, the sun simply appears.