Saturday, early morning. Windows glisten with raindrops. A fog of pea-soup proportion fills the street. The sky is a blanket of gray. Neighbors walk along the sidewalks through this rain and fog. Some walk dogs. Others exercise, or just stretch the legs. They take their steps into the gray without hesitation. Saturday, mid-morning. Sunlight pierces…

I could tell you how I do it. Spin a yarn about how I pounce on field mice under a full moon. Or how I chase jackrabbits into briar patches that ensnare them for me. Sure, I could tell you how I face down raccoons at tossed-over garbage cans. Or how I run down half-starved…

Maybe it’s just another day. A year ends, another follows: what truly changes? Perhaps we’re uncertain what music will trend. Certainly, more celebrities may die. Another in a long series of awful incidents will cycle through the 24-hour cycle. Then again, we all celebrate New Years for a reason. & here I am, two days…