We walked into the wind, my feet soft on fallen needles, my feet hard on cold-packed earth, and left the deep exhalations of winter that swayed the brittle branches to spend the afternoon with the warm noses, the silken fur and the curled paws of cats fast asleep between worlds. With my pre-Birthday weekend over, it’s time to consider another week of work and my place in all things, before some well-deserved time off.