I’ve started to see in technicolor, again. More than that, I’ve started to feel the same way, even the dust on my shelves adds a texture that would not be there if the shiny plastic was clean.

I walk along the shabby, broken streets, past the falling houses, that I can’t believe are still occupied. Framed by the richest, most vibrant shades of green foliage. It all makes for a rich, full tapestry.

I harken back to my earlier life, where I felt cut off from others, in a sterile environment, doors and windows a barrier to life and its interplay. I say hi to my corn tortilla making nieghbor almost every day, as she works in front of her wood fired grill, upon which she produces six inch circles of baked corn, from the open window of my truck, as I park. I say hello to many as I walk the streets or visit

I interact with many cats when I volunteer for a cat sanctuary, where by the way I am part of the bandied about, loosely defined CAT COUNCIL. I go visit with and watch a friend make transcendent stain glass pieces. I walk to the market, almost every morning to see a plethora of colours and shapes. I choose witch of these fruits and vegetables I will eat that day, or the next.

I drink lots of plain, and coconut water and eat ice cold watermelon to keep my self hydrated. Mango season alone is a delight to participate in. The smoothies I have made. The simple pleasure of an overripe mango mixed with ice, tamarind, lime, orange, mame, coconut cream, banana and ginger is a moment I can look forward to on the hottest, most sweaty of days.

I can only hope for it to be my life for the foreseeable future. I have Jefferson and Ferguson to travel with me there. It isn’t always easy traveling through life with cats, but I couldn’t ask for better companions