Cat in winter.

My cat does not like winter

(like me). Having grown up in southern California she's always been warm and in the Sedona summer, hot even.

Now in the cold of Arizona winter, she's stopped going out much and has gone into a sort of trance, a waiting, another way of being, another dimension. As if she knows summer will come again or with total acceptance, with perfect patience, she trances out into meditative beingness.