Something like 7

Hi. Something like 7. These cats are multiplying. Each day I see more. Glitter, glitter, glitter. A little blinding. Godzinki o Niepokal...

It's funny how things accumulate when you're not really paying attention. One day there's one, then suddenly there are seven, and you're not quite sure how it happened. They just appear, these little things that catch your eye, and before you know it, they're everywhere.

The glitter is the same way. It gets on everything, sticks to surfaces you didn't even know you touched, catches the light in ways that are both beautiful and slightly overwhelming. A little blinding, yes, but also kind of magical in its persistence.

There's something about noticing these small accumulations that makes the ordinary feel significant. The way things multiply, the way they spread, the way they become part of the landscape of your daily life without you really planning for it.

Maybe that's what poetry is—paying attention to the things that are multiplying around us, the glitter that's sticking to everything, the cats that keep appearing. Noticing them, naming them, giving them space to exist in our awareness.