The Home

Walking the streets late at night. wind blowing too hard westward. 

Singing songs by our favorite artist Spegina Rektor out loud since it was late enough for nobody else to hear. 

A strange cat heard and came waltzing from a distance. deciding to trust us or not. he did. so i picked him up and cradled him like a baby. following us for a few yards then stopping to sit.. each way. forward and backward.

 I feel so happy for he knew his home. 

We continued our walk talking about home and the smart cat. 

four minus one minus house is my home. i worry that the home feeling will be non-existent. but my head tells me family will bring the home feeling no matter where we are. no matter who is gone far away.