Dawn
Over ten years, it has developed into a routine for him.
He leaped onto his customary perch by the window, instincts telling him it was almost dawn. For now, though, the sky was still dark.
But not, he knew, for long. So he curled up and waited for color to creep back into the world.
He'd heard that cats couldn't see in colors, and perhaps it was true. It didn't matter. Colorblind or not, the dawn was still beautiful. A great brightness lighting up the sky.
When this dawn came, he treasured it as he had all the others before.
Each and every single one.
