Catch Sunshine

At the far end of a wood-paneled record shop, the sun had become stuck in a square of carpet. Miso lay down to investigate. Mochi joined her in a supervisory capacity. The investigation lasted four hours and produced no written findings.

The owner, who had been waiting since 1976 to close the blinds, offered them a bottle for the surplus afternoon. They filled it slowly. The little sun charm smiled throughout, displaying a frankly suspicious attitude toward employment.

Catch Sunshine is kept for days when the world feels colder than the forecast promised. There is no need to earn the warm spot. Miso has already moved over. Slightly.