Not saints, just real children who act as real children do.
I got to hold and pet Rusty for a moment or two. He's a little shy, still, of course. Cute as ever. But he's definitely that family's pet now. Maurice seems a bit relieved that the little one is gone.
Here she is, lying in the fallen pecan leaves while I took pictures of the sunset, the moonrise, pretending that she hasn't followed me out to see what I am doing.
The setting sun gave off a pink glow to everything, including the orange cat.
I did something I'm not proud of today. Well, I always do things I'm not especially proud of but one in particular. I walked all around Publix pretending not to see someone. Have you ever done that? It hardly ever works unless the other person is avoiding you as well, which must have been the case today because we managed never to lock eyes.
I could go into a long essay about why I don't care to speak to this person but the bottom line is, I just didn't want to. It would have involved a lot of fake niceness on both our parts because we are polite women. I don't dislike her. I just don't understand her and she doesn't understand me.
To a very vast degree.
Chalk and cheese as someone said the other day. And frankly, we spent several years trying to understand each other and it didn't work.
Let it go.
Same moment. Different parts of the sky.
Does the sun understand the moon? Does the moon understand the sun? Do they pretend not to see each other despite the fact that they are both such important celestial parts of life on our planet?
I do not think they care at all, they just are.
Sometimes, maybe that's the way to be. Don't worry about the other one, let her do her job, you do yours. Your light is different from hers, your gravitational pull as well.
Best not to crash into each other, mainly.
Meanwhile, always cognizant of the fact that we are all connected and of that there is no doubt in my mind.
And made of starlight.
Or something like that.