What is that
Sneaking in through the slats
Of the shutters on my dining room windows?
My cat found a place to sit in its slanted presence
In front of the open door~
I am feeling more cheery, zesty even
Could it be?
Tell me it is so—
Has the sun finally decided to show its shiny face?
I am almost afraid to utter its name
Afraid it will be scared away
To hide behind the clouds again
Its rays lost in the mysterious ether.
I understand the Incas now.
Is the sun showing its face in your neck of the woods–sometimes bliss is just enjoying the sunshine.