Rainy Sunday Afternoon

 The layering hues of green palms flutter about like parrot feathers in the mountain breeze. A faltering waterfall at the edge of the roof drips so quickly, the individual droplets nearly combine. The animals are napping, curled up on various soft surfaces in my room. A 10x10 of space I temporary and also seemingly indefinitely inhabit with a very large and very small creature that came into my care while waiting on an Island in the middle of the pacific.

A fog rolls in and the temperature drops low enough to warrant socks and a cardigan. I got dressed today as if I would see other people or perhaps hopeful a surprise event would spring forth. My gifted salt lamp from Liv is aglow and sits in a pool of water it pulled from the air. And modern hymns emit from the tiny speaker of my phone on the night stand. It's been raining every afternoon for 2 months now. Drowning in gorgeous green vegetation but also my bedroom carpet never fully dries and every surface of every thing not vegetation also grows a mini green habitat. 

The kitten going on teenager grabbed the cord of my one ear functioning big purple headphones that had a heavy clip attached to function the non-functioning side. When she swung from it like a holler monkey I lost all sound. Bummed she’d now made them ear muffs, I removed the clip and replugged the headphones. Lo and behold, sound emerged from both sides. 

Birdie bird: food bandit, orchid destroyer, tech genius.  

She is now asleep on my camera bag. Perhaps next she’ll clean the mold growing inside the wide angle lens that crept up on me during my lax on recharging the silica. Fresh out of the oven the smokey opaque beads have returned to their resemblance of amber and ready to absorb moisture yet again.