When I take a walk in the morning, I do it to watch the sun rise, mostly, though on some days, I notice how my neighbors live, in this little land of apartment cottages, which often seem full of people watching TVs that flicker blue even at this young hour, the only light that's on. I'm happy outside with the dog owners, dutiful people, mostly, who have to take this walk at a dim hour, and wait patiently, wearing their bedroom slippers; and the smokers, also dutiful people, caught in their long lungfuls of a blue-smoke habit that almost seems pretty when it's over there. And I notice the natural play of new light on thi