Kitten climbs on to my chest & welcomes me back from Night & Sleep, a purring ambassador of the day to come.
Later in the afternoon the rain comes, and it is good, very good.
On the side of the road is a battered & crumpled Monarch butterfly, maybe even missing a wing, in the very last moments of its very short life, so I carry it to the shelter of some long, wet grass in a garden to die with the dignity of solitude & quietude.  Alas, no more winters in sunny Mexico my friend, goodbye & goodnight!