Symbiosis

There was this cat in the neighbourhood. This wild black cat that would never let himself be approached or caressed. You could never get close to  him. Not at less than two meters. Or he would run away. This is what happened all the time.
You were in front of him, crouched down, trying to move as little as possible, not to frighten him. It asked a lot of concentration and patience because it could last for a long time. 
But each time, there was the fatal move or the too close distance than would make him clear off.
Then one day, as the sun was shining in front of the house, the old white stones reflecting the warmth of a quiet summer afternoon, I crouched down slowly on the terrace ground to enjoy this perfect moment. 
I turned my face toward the sun, eyes half-closed and like in a half-sleep, I heard its purring close to me. I felt its fur, thick and silky, under my hand, 
I can't say how long this moment lasted but all I know is that, from the moment I went out of my reverie and realized I was caressing him, he immediately ran away. 
Years after, I often think of this magical moment and of how the best moments in life are often the unespected ones, not deliberate and lived in the innocence and the spontaneity of the instant. 
He had let himself been caressed by me, in this special moment of almost unconsciousness, when I was not trying to 'steal' something from him. This was not a confrontation anymore but a symbiosis. 
A wild invisible cat under the touch of a dreamy girl.