I saw a dog this morning on my commute to work.
One of the things I love about living in the country is that the dog was the only other traffic I encountered for the first 15 km of my 18km drive. One lone dog sniffing his way down the grassy verges of the graveled roadway.
The morning commute for me is twelve minutes of serenity. Every drive gives me something new at which to marvel, whether it is the fog in the hills, the sun-tipped haybales lying in a shadowed field, or the light breaking through the copse of maples at the end of the lane.
The countryside wakes up gently and it makes me happy to be part of it all.