I think of my Nan most mornings when I head out on my walks with my dogs. Nan & Pomp always had dogs, and every morning it was Nan’s great pleasure to return home after her night shift as a Nurse at the Psych Ward, and walk her dogs in the pasture. To catch the sunrise. To breathe in the cool morning air. To join the song and dance of the animals as they enthusiastically met each new day as if it were a gift.