Solace

The moon glow was bright as Gracie the Golden raced to her early morning relief. The coolness of the air marked the change for the coming new season. Grass glistened with the presence of dew reflecting the light of the moon. Dawn had not yet broken, signaling yet another validation of seasonal passing from summer to fall. Suddenly hissing and snorting sounds arose from the direction of the gazebo. Gracie was frozen in her tracks as she attuned her head and ears in the direction of the sound. Small branches were broken as the owner of the hiss took flight into the safety of the nearby ground cover. More hissing and snorting followed as yet another apparent deer leapt into the safety of the brush. The timid Gracie came bounding back to the house that gives her refuge. Safe within the walls of her abode, the Golden curled at her master’s feet to be reassured that all was well in her world. In the apparent joy at her refuge a short nap gave evidence to her gratitude for shelter from the strange onslaught. May gratitude be your solace as you venture into the new discovery that is today!