It has been a very long year since I returned home from Paris...to a dear cat who has been slowly letting go of life...quietly sleeping many hours of the day...arising long enough to eat...to walk outside and then immediately want back in...to crawl onto my lap and purr sweetly...
Then evening comes...the howling begins...this sweet girl who has always been so subdued, now caterwauling throughout the night...seeking attention...seeking food...seeking her favorite place to curl up...on the bed, beneath the exact space where I sleep...
Some nights, I awake to her sitting fiercely still...in the middle of the room...alternately crying out and staring into space...as if she has forgotten where she is...or has one paw in this life and one elsewhere...crying out as if being tormented by ghosts of kitties past...
So many sleepless nights...never as many interruptions as last night...I awoke reminded of this image I snapped outside the Denon Wing of the Musée du Louvre...travellers at rest...peaceful, unconcerned, oblivious...the kind of sleep I long to return to someday, except for what it will mean...
Travelers at rest outside the Denon Wing of the Musée de Louvre, Paris, France