Seven days ago I saw both death and life.
Thankfully, the former was cancelled out seven times over.
As I’ve done many times this summer, I set out from my apartment complex on foot, the sun setting on west Fort Worth as I went for a walk through the subdivision just behind my apartment complex.
Dan Harmon’s “Harmontown” podcast blasted in my ears as started to trace my usual route in the August heat that used to be July heat.
A few blocks in, I walked around a bend and saw a motionless lump sitting at the mouth of a driveway.
The lump was a white cat.
That the cat was dead was made clear by the flies buzzing around it.
All of this registered in less than five seconds. By the fifth, I was quickly walking in the opposite direction, toward awaiting life.