For a while She went away, but brought us back a picture of a beautiful bronze cat. It seems She was working at a place called Art in Action. We also were working, doing site management, watching the roof getting covered and the rain retreat. Now we are glad that She is back and She also is happy to be home, and this bright morning, in the early slant of sunlight we walked together up the green grass lane to the high hill top.
The grass made a tunnel of green light for our path and on the hill top small moths danced intricate dances through bracken tunnels. The fern fronds cat curled. We found the quiet death of a butterfly, ginger wing striped by grass shadow.
On top of the hill we sat with Her, and then on Her, so that She would rest in a moment of ginger stillness. This was bliss, how life should always be, together, sunkissed by early morning pale light and warmth, watching the birds fly.
But work called to Her, so we walked back down through the field, to home, dry now, but still full of builders and dust and bang clattering chaos.