Morning Nonsense

I woke to broken morning light and one of my cats purring in my ear. At present, Montana is experimenting with a confused version of spring: frost, fifty-degrees, snow, sunshine, a great deal of wind. In particular, both of my cats would like me to do something about the wind. I cannot convince them that this is beyond my ability. As the light in my window gradually blushed red and then brightened, I saw low clouds crawling across the snowy mountains. The weather here is always strange, but I like waking to these twisting surprises.

--Mitchell Hegman