Blue Knows Something
I, on the other hand, cannot stop thinking about ...
Blue is a social cat, which apparently means he will outlive us all. Studies actually back this up, something about social animals and longevity, though I doubt Blue has read the research. He does not need to. He has blue eyes, a perpetually relaxed posture, and an instinct for comfort that borders on professional. Right now he is stretched out on the carpet like a man who just finished a very satisfying vacation.
My brain has already opened a tab for guilt and another one for worst-case scenarios. I have been doing this my whole life. Turning soft moments into paperwork. Taking something simple and finding the problem in it before it can reach me.
Everybody else seems to just... exist. Blue does it effortlessly. Most people I know manage it too. There is some frequency they are all tuned to that I have never quite found. I was born with a different kind of wiring, and lately I have been wondering how many more hard miles are left before something shifts. I am tired. Not dramatically, just honestly. The quiet kind of tired that does not make a scene.
What I actually want is not complicated. I want to ride my bike out to a meadow, lie down in some unreasonable amount of wildflowers, and look up at the sky. No lease. No tabs open. Just the sun and the silence and whatever Blue is experiencing right now on that carpet.
He has already figured out the thing I am still chasing.
June 9th Never Sits Still
Twenty-five years of June 9ths, and the pattern is clear: something breaks down, something goes sideways, and somehow it turns into the better story. From moving out in 2001 to walking Seattle on foot in 2024, this date has always asked something and given something back, usually with mud involved.
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