Ah well, for now the walk in the morning air, leaving a soft trail behind, wrapped up warm. 1st of December. A little bundle of joy and new found moments of sunrise while the rest of the world was getting ready to get up, look outside and shudder at the cold only to retreat back into home and shelter with a cup of tea. Tea could wait, according to his cold nose in her face that morning, walking could simply not. How could she blame him when he bounced up and down looking for rabbits and mice, enjoying life. Making her enjoy life. Taking a deep breath of the crisp air, that was what she felt. Finally alive.