Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy, was he?
I never realized just how fuzzy this cat is until tonight. Here she is in one of the rare moments when she is not trying to get you to pet her constantly. What sorcery is this you might ask? Maybe it was something in the fog. Although said fog did seem to be avoiding my yard. Hmmmmm.
Elevated and dignified, beauty like dazzling light from a thousand suns penetrates the heart and mind, leaving one breathless with awe. To what do we owe this graceful touch upon our weathered skin, like a cool rain on a hot summer’s day? Forget one’s troubles, forget one’s cares, for one is in the presence of a transcendent aura, an exalted wave of presence, like a cleansing fire, melting away all other concerns in its path, leaving behind nothing but purity of thought and wonder at that to which we strive for, ever-higher states of being.
Time, stretches for what feels like an eternity, senses peaking from the adrenalin. Hurdling like a comet, heart-pounding and sweat flowing, only to be carried away immediately under the onslaught of oxygen with a hint of ozone. The ions skating across your skin, which becomes tingling hot from the friction, yet cold at the same time. No memory, no cares, only the rush. Where life and death balance, pleasure and pain become one.