Here comes the sun

Twenty past eight. Dog and I just rounded the corner at chateau Gaillard as the sun came up over the valley. Took my breath away. I saw it dancing in the cold morning air before it disappeared.
- Sit, I said.
Dog sat. She didn't watch the sunrise the way I did, but she was completely at rest, looking out over the valley, intensely happy to be there with me.
So was I.