it’s 11:47 i’m just having breakfast lighting the incense wood letting the flame tremble for a moment then blowing it out. the smoke indicates a draft in the room it seeps through the crack in between two windows. the spring shall partake of this, too the cat is in the yard next to a swing that is waving back and forth. no children present; the wind plays. I see him through the glass enjoying the warmth of the sun and of life in his last days. the spring will partake of him, too.