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Outside the kitchen window, everything seems to slow as I pour milk into cereal.

Our tuxedo cat Robbie taps my leg with his cold nose. I reach down to scratch behind his ears, as you enter the kitchen.

“Breakfast for dinner again?”

Two days ago, our last child left for college in Paris, an ending and a beginning. I didn’t even realize I was doing it, or why.

“Pour me a bowl too?”

I shake my head, like coming out of a daze.

“Sure. But the cat gets crunchies first. The kids come first.” I laugh.

Robbie purrs loudly, sensing victory.

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Something about this image just conjured so much nostalgia feelings, and then I wanted to write about endings and beginnings. I’ve always found twilight such a fascinating concept.

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