Every morning our grey cat sits expectantly by the front door, waiting. She waits for the magic moment when the light appears on the living room wall and ceiling above our media cabinet. She knows it is somehow associated with my cell phone. This morning she saw me walk into the living room with my phone, and immediately jumped on top of the media cabinet, waiting for the light. The kitten stays on the floor, as her legs are too short to make the leap to the top. The light sometimes appears low enough for her to pounce, and she waits for it, too.
When I sit in the love seat by the bay window, the sun reflects off my cell phone screen and I can flash a light all over the walls and ceiling. The kitten tries to grab it. It always slips between her paws. The grey cat just sits and watches it with fascination and excitement. It seems to be strangely satisfying for her, as though her day is off to a good start when the light appears. As the days shortened this fall, the light sometimes didn’t even show up, since the sun wasn’t in the right position until after I left for work. The grey cat never gave up hope. She waited each morning.
Today we planned our garden and chose the seed varieties for next summer. I hope the rains come and we don’t have a drought. I don’t think we are too different from our cats, waiting with hope for the promise of light in this dark season and these even darker times.
The new year has just started. What are you hoping for?