Neighbors

Time and again I find myself standing in my window staring across the street at a cat.  The cat lives one floor down from me and he spends hour upon hour looking down from his window at things I can't see.  When I was unemployed I wondered which was doing more with our life.  Eventually we had the same schedule.  Up early, no real reason why, then a while spent staring at things, a while indoors doing nothing much, a lot of laying around, and generally trapped in the house.

That was a long time ago.  These days I have reasons to get up early.  I have reasons and plans and obligations for most every hour of every day.  Some days I look at the cat as I get dressed for work and think that he lives a better life.  Some days my life is clearly better.  But every day I see that cat, and wonder what he sees.