Sunday, February 21, 2010

Autobiography of a nap

Summertime in Yosemite Valley; I was seventeen. I had just come home to my dorm room after working the cafeteria morning shift, which started before daybreak. I stretched out on the bed and my kitten Meow-say-Tung leaped up and stretched out next to me, and we surrendered to an hour of sleep so luxurious that I can remember it decades later: the rare quiet in the dorm, the rise and fall of Meow-say's tiny ribcage, the scent of pine needles coming in the open window. And then waking up to Yosemite in June; waterfalls cascading down granite cliffs; meadows filled with spiky purple lupines. The rest of the day.

4 comments:

itzktb said...

I took that picture... ;)

Querulous Squirrel said...

What a beautiful description. Meow-say reminds me of someone...

smartz said...

I love this post. As a life-long cat person I especially appreciate Meow-say's ability to know just what her person needs.

Rachel Neumann said...

I love love love this.