Walking with Gracie...she is so full of...it. Life, energy. She found a pine cone and carried it gently in her genetically engineered jaws as if it were something very precious. It is. I looked at it, the order in which it is made. It's a wonderful thing. It's wintery here in Texas, except that it's spitting rain, not snow. I love the watercolory sky and the live oaks; the contrast between their black starkness against the soft sky is a wonder as well...there is an order to the branches, and each branch has branch lines within. It's that fractal thing that I love...pattern within pattern within pattern.