She's beautiful tonight. I caught her shining down at one of the rest stops as we travel tonight to see the grandbabies. Just your normal gas station with crowded bathrooms and powerless hand dryers, lines at the gas pumps, and lines at the cash registers. Nothing unusual, life as normal. Stand outside and take a break from 8 hours of sitting in the car, stretch a little, talk to a few people. Find out that a few are traveling from where you're headed to where you've just came from. Meet here in the middle, at this gas station, paths cross, lives meet, and a kitty strolls up, quiet, tentative, with a wound on her hip, the size of a dollar bill ripped in half probably, deep, somewhat fresh, and you know it's not a wound that she can survive without help, and she knows it too; you can see it in her eyes. And she asks for help, quietly, by walking up to us, each of us, one at a time, tentatively, no cries, just the look in her eyes, and that gaping wound. Phone calls are made. One girl was taking charge. Hopefully someone will be found who can help this late at night. Eventually it's time to go, hit the road again. That girl was making headway, right? She's got it under control, right? Oh, kitty, my heart is with you, brave girl. And so, late tonight, all of us will finally reach our destinations. We'll probably never meet again, but we'll probably never forget one another, or this night, or the kitty. And the farther down the road I get, the more my heart hurts, and the tears begin. I'll always wonder. But the moon ... the moon will know; this same moon will witness it all, will witness pain and sorrow, will witness joy and love. How does she do it? How does she hold it all in her heart?
A piece of writing from the heart. We too wish the best for your little cat. You all did your best. And the moon - yes we had it here too! Glad you arrived safely. Fav.
so sad but not sad somehow. I feel like I'm there at the gas station in the middle of the night feeling like I should do something too but also feeling like I need to get back in the car to get to the other babies.
OMG, what a poignant story-teller you are! My heart is aching for that poor unseen kitty! The pain of not knowing the outcome... and you're correct that the moon bears witness to events like this daily...hundreds of words swirl through my head and I can't make a one of them settle here...
July 8th, 2015
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Anyway, here's your challenge... do a set up / still life shot that interprets the words 'stacked' and vintage' - is that OK?