The mornings and evenings are so quiet.
Just me and the cats.
I should get some kind of chaise or hammock for outside.
Let the two furry monsters go out and play.
And when they’re tired, curl up with me.
We’ve got chairs with cushions.
They’re okay to sit and lean back in.
And it’s cool this time of year.
But when it rains, they get wet.
And take days to dry.
I won’t kid myself and say it’s fresh air.
It’s just as polluted as the air inside.
But it’s outside, and outside is outside.
And quiet is quiet.