I like being out early enough to see the chimneys releasing gusts of the stoves’ first smoke of the day. I imagine people inside the houses becoming warm and feel I’m tending to things both near and far away.

Yesterday while I was writing about a large white dog that talks, I looked up in time to see a large white dog run across our yard just outside the window where I was sitting. It had something in its teeth. Wonderful. I do not understand anything.