Wilber closes his eyes as the first rays of sunlight come up through the trees, filtering everything with a golden light. There's a kind of warmth that washes over him as the dew steams off the grass. He notices everything in the haze - the silvered webs and deep rumble of the frogs. The world lights up like a jewelers' display, flashing silver and diamonds and gold around him.

Two of the dogs rush past him, followed at a distance by a bleating goat, and he can't help but laugh, turning his head up to the sky. His mind is a host of causes and claims, things he cannot change and things he must, but for now he pushes them all aside and revels in the dawning, revels in being