In our front yard, a feral cat whom I named “Dirty Face” buried herself in the newly grown grass, napping peacefully. It’s in-between the storms this week, and she finds herself a cozy spot to doze in. The grass was washed by the rain, getting greener; Dirty Face is whiter too, making quite a contrast yet perfect picture. Cats are such a Zen Masters, totally present; they move with ease, find ease everywhere and become the definition of ease. Never worry about the upcoming storm or next meal, here and now is all that matters.