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Inside Sunrise

Photo by Karl Magnuson on Unsplash

There are wonderful things about the world that are beautiful and bring us joy.  One of the most beautiful things on Earth is the sunrise.  You have to be up early to see it.  If you are an early riser, one of the perks is being awake to see the sunrise.   As the sun comes up over the horizon, the first light is a shade of the night sky and then fades into gray and then the true light becomes brighter and begins to take over the sky. The tableau fills with colors. Gold, yellow, shades of blue and white. It’s a magnificent site, one of the most beautiful things on Earth.

The best way to catch the sunrise is to be outdoors with an uncluttered view. This past year,  this has not always been an easy thing to do.  All Californians received daily instructions (if they tuned into any kind of media) to stay inside. So what is a sunrise if it’s seen from inside? Well, I look for the light through the windows  and when I venture into the front or backyard.  I’m surrounded by buildings because I live in the city center.   If I walk into the street, I can look down the street and see across the valley to the North and Mount Baldy. The street is wide and mostly empty at sunrise.  If I look to the southwest, I see a small mountain range that creates a division between the inland valleys and the plains leading to the Pacific Ocean.   Looking north or south we are parallel to the sunrise and sunset. In California, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west over the glorious Pacific.  The sunset over the Pacific Ocean is a kaleidoscope of colors.  Palettes of  violet, red, yellow and blue.  The sunrise is somewhat gentler and sometimes just misty gray. The light gradually infuses; mostly when the winter days are short and often darker.  But eventually there is always sun.  So I look out the windows, past the curtains and take in the beautiful colors and the start of a new day.  A day that is promising and filled with new opportunities for anything. Because everything always changes.

The world has changed over the past year.  Change has broken familiar patterns and habits, making way for the new.  Much like the sunrise breaks through the darkness of night and creates a new sky everyday. When I look at the sunrise through the curtains or stepping outside into the yard or street, I see the brilliance and beauty of the earth and of human existence.  The promise of a new day. 

Photo by Diego PH on Unsplash

Cat Fights and Work

I heard snarling and ghastly howl come through my window on one beautiful sunny day in the middle of my work week, sheltering in place and working from home. The type of day where just walking outside and standing in the sun under  blue skies blanketing the earth, created a sense of peace and well-being.  Who could be screaming and howling? Creating drama like this in the middle of such a beautiful day?  The street was sleepy and quiet, there was no wind and even the palms were  stilled from their usual swishing and swaying in the gentle afternoon breeze.

I rushed to the window and peeked through the blinds. Three cats were positioned in a circle in my front yard. Their  backs arched and their hair standing on end creating spiky war Mohawks.  There was an old, tough looking orange tabby. His fur was smeared with dark grease and dust from the alleys and back yards.  There was a huge plush Norwegian Forest Cat with green eyes and then a short haired gray and white tuxedo cat. They hunched down, tense, cowering letting out a sporadic moan, or howl.  They cringed and slowly slunk away from each over the course of several minutes.  Eventually, they backed down and slunked away, giving up the fight. Dispelling all their plans to engage in open, violent warfare with one another.  

Our kitten watched from the window. Did he remember his last fight? When he was only 3 months old,  a random alleycat had delivered deep scratches and bites. His recovery consisted of  three visits to the vet, pain meds, antibiotics and wearing a cone for six weeks. He healed well and seemed ready and wanting to jump into the fray again. They kept coming around even jumping on to the outside ledges of the house to look in at him through the windows.   I bent to look out the window and a tabby glared in at me and howled. I was somewhat offended.  What gaul, to hiss at me while I was in my house!  I stepped away and went back to work.  The mornings carried on like this. Cats venturing into our yard, random howls and screeching, heralding spring and the time for cats to emerge and stake out their summertime turf.  Territories the would be filled with adventure, mating  and languishing in the hot days to come.