On these closed in, gray days, when clouds block mountain views from the glacial moraine, I narrow my vision to concentrate on small things—rain soaked berries, the fluttering flight of a belted kingfisher, a new trail to an untouched blue berry patch. For Aki it’s business as usual. She moves her bowels, sniffs and pees, follows me wherever I walk. Today’s heavy rain keeps away the other dog walkers. So we have solitude for appreciating the small things. The low clouds have ground the tourist helicopter flights so we also have peace.