The cats’ engines are idling, purring at lower RPMs while the dog sleeps, having fallen into a dream of sunbeams pausing on their way through a window just to warm his belly and rump. We’re all idling here. I listen to my breath, then dog and cat breath, even your breath, however far away. A vibration follows; a sigh—the dog adjusts his glowing scrim of dreams, half-closed eyes flicking. Some roughness in his idle, just like cottonwood leaves quaking in a slight wind.