A feral cat is slowly making its way across the frozen tundra of what was once my backyard; its painful stride, sucked into a mass of ice and snow, become a strange ballet. Its light-gray coat contrasts drastically against the infinite expanse of white. I cannot turn away from its struggle. It is mesmerizing.
The weather has been brutal here for weeks, maybe months, causing us at the Clemens Estate to become shut-ins. We chose not to brave the elements like the cat, whose survival, I wager, might as well be determined by a coin flip — although it has maintained …read more
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