Finding the Poetry

I am out and about and I decided to do a little writing.  Tonight is the season finales of The Chicago Series.  I dropped an email to my mom and stepfather on their cruise, and I filled my Netflix Que with a bunch of new movies.  I am feeling that there are beginning to be some shifts in key "characters" in my "script."  Many things are stressful, but I do find some comedy in the every day.  I feel supported, in this moment, by a strong spirit in my presence.  There is a need to be vague today.  Night's dark sky is coming earlier and earlier of late.  The chill in the air is palpable.  It is appropriate to bundle up and breathe quietly.  The harmony of the day is finally something I can play, as I hear the melody in the wind.  I hold onto the recollections that are mighty, as I slyly sneak through the closet door to find a white cat from my dream on the other side.  Purrs are the only malady he has, which, in reality, is a sign of positive sensation.  I invite you in to see the popularity of comedy and cool intellectual beginnings.  I invest in this moment, and move through the monotony of the day.