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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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On repeat while writing this story.
Hesperian nostalgia
The empty nest is down to the cat.
The cat takes precedence over the husband, eh? I guess he has to fill in for now… Lovely contemplative piece, Anne.
Yes, the twilight is a time which can make us happy and sad at the same moment.
Have a good day :).
I am saying well done, Robbie – such a beautiful cat! šāā¬
Dear Anne,
Shalom,
Rochelle
such is life.
There is indeed something about twilight that conjures nostalgia. Empty nest means more attention for the cat! š
There is so much details here in so few words. In the beginning, I thought she was pouring cereal for her child, in the end the children are gone and the empty nesters are having cereal for breakfast. You captured the beginning and endings, the twilight time, very well.
Oh I love this. Such a gentle moment full of so much memory. Terrific
Even though the children are gone, it feels like a cozy family. Good slice of life, Anne.
Cats always win. I do the cereal for dinner thing when I get busy and don’t want to make anything.