Sometimes you just wake up and think “what a great morning it is!” There is no reason. It just is. And maybe for that it’s an even better morning, I don’t know. The dogs play at my feet, I laugh and settle into reading a book—my mind is cheerful and light like the Kelpies that bounce around and tussle beside me.

My thoughts are simple and profound they hold only special meaning for me and no other.

Things are looking up, they always do. Good things are always happening to me. With that thought I reflect on a few.

I celebrate as Shorty and Junior do, in another fine morning.