Waking up by myself, wrapped up and warm in a cold cabin, I think "I'm just gonna lay here and let the day come to me." Enter Wilson. A quick nuzzle with his wet nose and then a search for the best spot to take an early morning nap. One of the best things about Wilson- he doesn't hover, he just loves. There's something to be said for loneliness. There's something magical about silence and cold and stillness.
Just a Saturday morning in the woods. No list of errands, nobody to keep happy, no wedding to plan. Nothing to do but find pictures and shapes in the pine boughs against the foggy sky.