By Charles Sloan
5.45: Walking the dogs. Dew on the grass makes it glitter. Mist drifts slowly up the side of the hill across the valley; sunshine floods the crest. Bird calls intermingle. The farmer’s patchwork cows begin to stir: a brown and white calf briefly gambols like a puppy. Guinea fowl parade like civic dignitaries of a tiny town. The dogs snuffle to discover what went where in the dark night.
· Charles is a puzzle magazine editor. This tiny, poetic piece is gorgeous because it is both uncluttered and rich in sensory detail. Man and dogs are fully present and engaged with the beauty of the awakening world. Not another word is needed.