Sunshine

All four of her little paws touched as she placed herself atop my laptop. Resting herself by the corner of my desk, she stretched her feline legs and lay within the beam of light cast from the window. The curtain behind her blew in the breeze from the open air drifting it’s way within. 

It was as if she only wished to drink sunlight. Her eyes closed with pleasure at the warmth as her fur gave an iridescent glow. The pircing green of her eyes was hidden beneath the tiny eye lashes. Her purr sounded as a feline smile crept across her face. 

Clouds hung themselves against the blue sky. Each vehicle passing on the highway past my childhood home sounded their tires beneath them in roars. They did not bother her. Nor did they bother me. That sound had been the sound of progress in my childhood. A reminder that things were alive and busy. 

Again, they reminded me things were alive and busy. 

I was glad to see the sky so blue. When I had arrived at the church that morning, it had poured down rain like the tears poured out of our eyes. When we emerged after the service there was the sunlight we craved. We could have our closure much more clearly now. We could lay a troubled man to rest in the sunshine. We could handle that much. 

It was what we needed. 

The ride back to work was full of laughter and warmth. We spoke only of life moving on. Of things ahead instead of behind. We could push forward now that he was in the ground. Now that we had seen that he was not coming back.  So we pressed on. Driving into the sunshine as if it hadn’t abandonded us for the morning. As if it had always been there. 

Then again, it always is there behind the clouds.