Here I am on my deck tapping into my neighbor's WIFI and enjoying one of Persephone's last days before she has to open the dundgeon door, bid a tearful adieu to her mother and return to Hades. My cat is climbing the screen door trying to bust out after I let her out of the bag, if you will, to roam the six feet (less if you consider the angle of the rail I hitched her to) her harness and leash allow. She actually starts purring when she sees me whip out the harness. Hmm, she may have a career in certain other dungeons too.
It is one of the last days of the season I can sit out on my deck and work or daydream. Even so, the Indian Summer 70 degrees doesn't stop the chill from creeping up my fingers as I type. I wonder if Persephone was really that close to her mom, or whether Ceres was actually the archetypal nagging type myth has simply softened over the millennia. Maybe Persephone looked forward to her annual winter retreat. Hot cocoa and pomegranates anyone?
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