It’s another cloudless clear sky morning, there’s a frost this time. I think Stella thinks I’ve the power over the frost as she tried to go to the toilet, her bump must’ve hit the ground as she shot forward, and barked at me.
I’m aware of the cry of a bird of prey of some form in the trees to my left. the crunch of my feet in the frosty grass can’t smell much but can feel the cold air in my nose.
My mind is on the day ahead, as the caffeine from my coffee kicks my human into action. I stare into the dark, but lightening sky and wonder how far the stars are from where I stand.