Today I saw a dog--a boxer, I think, wearing a hot pink tutu, tulle swishing as she trotted down the street alongside her owner’s motorized cart. Look, sometimes delight comes easy, around the corner like a dog in a pink tutu. Sometimes, though, it’s a slow climb, slogging through, boots sucking mud, over rocks, to find, suddenly, delight. In the climb, and the mud, and the rocks. In the river’s purr and the clear blue of sky through bare winter branches.