There’s a giant field near my house. The grass is covered with dew each morning.
When my new puppy, Birdie, and I get there at the end of our early walks, she shifts gears.
She starts running full speed, nose to the ground and tongue out, apparently trying to lap up all the dew on the field. It makes me wonder if morning dew is sweeter than water.
Watching her, full of glee and boundless energy, I can’t help but break into a huge smile.
As her joy washes over me, I think about what joy feels like and where it comes from, and how, like yawns and laughter, it is contagious.
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