More From The Dog Park

I am now on the other side of the park, sitting with the sun on my back (one of the best things in life), facing the blue waters of the bay, with a transparent but still visible strip of fog floating on top of the water. I just saw a dog who I could easily mistake for my own Rufus. I hope Rufus hasn't gone and hopped on a flight to San Francisco again. These small but precious things-the sun, the bay, and the bizarro (I hope!) Rufus-inspire me to express my gratitude in writing. What inspires you to express gratitude, and how do you express it?