It was a magical morning. Walking Josie in a foggy yet sunny place with the fog muting colors and softening focus and at the same time, spilling gold through the air as the sunlight filtered through it. The air was still, but chilly (41 degrees) and at the end of the cul de sac, where there is a cultivated field separated from a wild field by a line of trees, there was a gang of crows making a ruckus and conversing. The latter sounded for all the world like soft castenets. I stopped and turned and the view around me filled my heart with the same feeling I get when a painting is going well or an audience is responding favorably to a performance. The joy, centered in my chest wants to burst forth and it is so good to be alive!